I have a feeling Bob poked his head out this morning and didn't even bother waiting to see if he saw his shadow or not... He probably said to hell with this and went back to bed.
It. Is. Cold.
Something tells me we still have a few more weeks of winter, my friends.
Which is a bummer, because I'd really like to be able to feel my hands again.
And I'd love to see Bob again.
'til next time...