Meanwhile, all the snow appears to be falling on Pennsylvania. Curse that groundhog for summoning our winter to him! Clearly he is in league with the devil, and the devil wants the entire west for himself. Soon we will endure the summer of the damned, and it will be all Phil's fault. But not just yet. In fact we are promised some cooling next week. We will be enjoying some lovely, cool April days for the remainder of February, though without the showers. Well, no showers other than the watering of my eyes from the pollen.
Though I'd much rather be having a rainstorm right now, at least the clear sky afforded me a nice view of Venus only a few degrees from the waxing crescent moon. It's quite an enjoyable sight, and the frogs are still providing a musical accompaniment for it. As I am soon to be incinerated, I intend to enjoy it while I may.
Oh, I shouldn't have said may. May is too close to summer. Now once again my head feels like it's going to explode.
Oh, and Happy Chinese New Year (one day late.) It's the year of the goat. Mine's already been gotten.