This morning I completely forgot it was Groundhog Day, mostly because of the fact that it was a good friend’s birthday (Happy Birthday Laura!) was more important in my thoughts. In any case, once I realized it was Groundhog Day, I took note of the fact that it was sunny, and thought “Oh. That means we’ll have….um…six more weeks of winter?” I couldn’t for the life of me remember how the tradition went, and kept asking people. They all said something similar like “I think it means, um…y’know, six or eight more weeks of….hmmm.” Living in Michigan, it was pretty darn clear to me that whatever that little rodent saw, we were in for at LEAST six more weeks of Winter. And suddenly I was overcome with the weird feeling that I had gone through all of this before. Which made me think it would be fun to rent Groundhog Day the movie. And then I remembered I had thought the same thing last year, and none of the local rental places had a copy. Then it dawned on me that the only time I seem to see the movie is when I’m laying around at a friend’s place in a different city, watching cable and recovering from the party the night before or something. And I think every time that happens, it feels creepily familiar. And now I’m just creeped out all around. Can we just start over?