My birthday is on Groundhog Day, a fact that has always amused me. It’s one of the littlest secular holidays we note.
Even before the Groundhog Day movie, I’d planned to, someday, go to Punxsutawney and stand in the cold to watch the little rodent get pulled from its treestump. So given that the weather looks good for Wednesday, I live only about two hours away, and that I’ll be unemployed after tomorrow, it looks like this year is the year. So if you see a well-bundled, round-faced woman with a sign saying something like “I’m 48 today!” that might be me.