I love how every year on February 2 everyone from scientists to journalists to scoffers on the street (or at any rate those on the internet) all feel compelled to point out that groundhogs aren’t really able to predict the weather. Oh, REALLY? I suppose there’s no Tooth Fairy either. These anemic killjoys are free to scowl over their soulless weather apps until the blue light eats away their maculae; I don’t want to live in a world without a prognosticating groundhog. This year even the calendar falls in with the mystic rodent. Six weeks until March 20 = six more weeks of winter! All hail Punxsutawney Phil!