According to the legend, we're supposed to have six more weeks of winter. Phil apparently saw his shadow on Monday.
Obviously I don't rely on a rodent to predict the weather, although he certainly can't be any more or less reliable than the evening news...
Six more weeks of winter here in Texas is relative. At least I don't live in Boston or Buffalo or Madison or anywhere else they've gotten piled on.
But I'm not fond of the chill and the nip and the frost, so I'm certainly hoping that Phil is wrong this year.
