Today is groundhog day. Having been schooled in western Pennsylvania, this day has a sacredness all its own. After daylight this morning, I went out in the yard to consult my groundhog. The little critter showed his head, but before any decisions could be rendered, my English pointer Wellington snapped it up and ate 'um. After the last two ice storms and the AGW prevaricators, I'm not sure I want any more weather or climate predictions anyway.