Polar Vortex Update -- Genuinely Frightening

All anyone was talking about on Sunday, Groundhog's Day, was the stupid death of Philip Seymour Hoffman.  The Groundhogs themselves appear to have been more or less lost in the shuffle. 

 

But get a load of this:  I learned late last night that neither the local nor the national Groundhogs came out of their holes to check out the shadow situation on Sunday.  This occurred at the tail end of the most severe winter in recorded history, on a bright and sunny day sandwiched between two massive winter snowfalls. 

 

THEY REFUSED.

 

I have never heard of this happening before, and frankly, I have no idea what to make of it.

 

IT DOESN'T SOUND VERY GOOD.