Yep. Today is that somewhat spurious holiday where a hibernating rodent leaves his warm burrow to venture out into the world. If he sees his shadow, we're in for six more weeks of winter weather. If the day is cloudy, then spring is nigh. Never did understand that. Seems like if it's sunshiny then spring is coming not more winter.
Old Punxsutawney Phil is the Prognosticator of prognosticators, the Seer of seers. Or at least he's called that in one of my favorite movies Groundhog Day starring rubber-faced Bill Murray.
Love, love, love that movie about a callous, self-centered TV weatherman who's doomed to relive Groundhog Day again and again from waking up with Sonny and Cher on the radio singing "I Got You Babe" to sleeping in a freezing cold inn at night. He must endure all until his worthless soul is redeemed. (In the writing biz, we call that growth the character arc.)
Great movie. Great theme. I'm heading to the den to pop the DVD in and watch it to celebrate Groundhog Day with a glass of a cheap, but good, Sangiovese. Get you a copy of the movie. You'll have something to watch each year on Feb. 2.