Wednesday, February 2, 2011

[cue the repetative alarm clock] Wednesday.


Catagorize this under "Living."

It's February second. Perhaps my favorite irrelevant holiday. Consider it a day to celebrate perhaps one of Bill Murray's best roles in the aptly titled Groundhog's Day.

As for today, according to the lack of Punxsutawney Phil's shadow in Punxsutawney, PA, spring is coming early.

But if I were to take a note from the film, today -- a bitterly cold and windy day -- will repeat itself over and over again. Even if I try to steal Punxsutawney Phil, the weather will not change. And how vague is his shadow! "Spring is coming early." Meaning a day? Because really, six more weeks of winter (the alternative) is quite a reality anyhow for us Minnesota tundra dwellers. I digress.

What should be said is love where you live. If you continually go through life yearning for something to come faster, to end sooner, you will never be able to enjoy. Things are always brighter somewhere else, sure. But move there if you're discontent. Your Norwegian blood loves this weather. So soke up what last bit of winter you can.