Stupid Whistlepig!

Once again, Punxsutawney Phil crept from his hole and saw his shadow. This almost immediately had an effect in the ole' Midwest. Yesterday, in a 4-hour span, we got 8 inches of snow. EIGHT! C'mon, Phil! Don't you think we've had enough?!
This wouldn't be so bad, I'm sure, if I weren't missing the sun and it's magnificent rays. Alas, they are to be hidden until Friday (or so). Granted, it is not frigidly cold outside; it is 2 degrees above freezing. Yet, that isn't enough to quelch my desire for Spring. I want to be able to open the windows in my home and feel the beautiful calming breeze of Spring.
Yet the whistlepig (my mother's name for groundhog) could not deliver. Wonder if he (or his handlers) accept bribery for next year's prediction. Hey, it's worth a shot!