Whither winter?

Yesterday was Groundhog Day and Wiarton Willy did not see his shadow, which in rodent-forecasterese means that we will have an early Spring.

Did he mean now? Because otherwise I think Old Man Winter is going through menopause... how else to explain the hot flashes?

In other news, my birthday is next Friday, and it's a big one. I'm planning a full 9-day celebratory extravaganza. It will be epic. There will be pancakes.

Bring it.