There I am all happy and exhilarated that it was slowly getting warmer outside, striking a pose without freezing my fingers off. And then that groundhog had to go and see its shadow. Of course, on February 2 (Groundhog Day), it was mild as a child and sunny, so I thought to myself, “Psh. Yep. Weather gimmick.” Until yesterday when it looked angry outside and started to snow flurry. And more snow flurries predicted for Saturday. Damn. As you see, I make a habit of jinxing things. Nevertheless, I was just loving the sunshine while it lasted, and I loved how it was making my outfit look. It made me feel like I was channeling some kind of Western/Southwestern something or other. At that point, all I needed was the horse and the hot cowboy, and I would have been good to go.