Aerie Report, January 29, 2010

Just 3.6 degrees this morning when we got out of bed at 7 AM. But it did warm up. All the way to 16 degrees. It's supposed to be colder tonight. it's already down to 7.5 degrees at 8:30 PM.

The wind continues to come out of the NNW but it isn't howling like it was yesterday. Like a long distance runner, it was fast and furious out of the blocks but has now settled in for the long haul at a more moderate pace. (That's from observation only. I have never been and will never be a long distance runner! I mean, seriously. Have you ever looked at the faces of joggers, for crying out loud? Ever see one smiling? They all look like they are about to die.)

We did get some sunshine today. Mixed in with a few, brief snow squalls. I lit a fire in the fireplace this morning and the cats and I have been enjoying the warmth.

Terry did run down to Williamsport to pick up something from the stitchery shop. I had to bribe her to stop at Mr. Stickies on the way home, but she did and got half-a-dozen of the regular stickie buns. (Yo! I'm building up for Fat Tuesday. Only two and a half weeks before Lent.)

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Speaking of Tuesdays...Next Tuesday is February 2 and you know what that means don't you?

Speaking of Tuesdays...Next Tuesday is February 2 and you know what that means don't you?

Of course! It's Ground Hog Day! No. We won't be going out to Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney to watch Phil make his predictions. I will, however, follow along on the Official Website.

As for Phil... They have a climate controlled habitat attached to the library in Punxsutawney where Phil sleeps away the winter months in comfort. During the summer, he idles away his time while getting regular meals of hay and grasses along with special diet supplements to keep him nice and healthy. He also gets regular checkups from the local veterinary clinic. In short, he living high on the hog.

Is it any wonder that when February 2nd rolls around and a bunch of guys in top hats and long black coats haul his sorry ass out of that heavenly, man made, taxpayer funded Eden he gets a wee bit upset? Is it any wonder that he frequently (about 80% of the time) sees his shadow so he can get back to his warm bed for another six weeks?

Room, board, and health care for free. No need to work or do anything productive. Heck Phil's a Democrat!