At this point, I am about 97.3% feral and will not be able to be integrated back into society. (Unknown)
Groundhog Day. Devoted readers (assuming there are any out there) will recall from previous February 2nd blog entries, that I am fascinated by a hole day (get it???) centered on groundhogs, a solitary critter who seemingly prefers her or his own company underground.
I won’t repeat all my neatsie-keen info on groundhogs ad infinitum. Check out those previous blogs if you’re interested. Suffice it to say that a few ventures of mine own of late into the outer world beyond social isolation and quarantine have proved that, as the Cajuns would say, it don’t show me too much.
Besides, since today I am channeling Ms. Groundhog and have indeed been frightened by my own shadow, whipping (or crawling sluggishly as the case may be) back into my cozy underground hole on this day allows for spring to arrive that much more quickly, right??
Back into the hole I will go. Enjoy my day without me.
