As far as we know, Punxsutawney Phil is probably already ensconced in his stump at Gobbler’s Knob by now, ready to make his prediction tomorrow morning. It’s televised live in Pennsylvania, and I’ll be sure to haul my ass out of bed in time to watch.

Memo to Phil: Cold and snowy, baby. Think cold and snowy. Uncle Crappy and The Wife need to ski more before they head to Colorado.

Things are progressing nicely for this weekend’s party, although I still have a shitload of stuff to do before I head over to the campground on Friday. But the food contributions are all lined up, we all have places to sleep, and although the Reduction Ceremony will be as small as it has been for a while, I think it’s going to be a good one.