It is clear and cold out, but warmer this morning than it has been in the past few days. I look out my office window and wonder if the monthly lapin invocation will bring better luck this month, if it will snap the metaphorical cold spell. Tomorrow is Groundhogs’ day. Will the groundhog see his shadow? Will the rabbits see theirs? Will they all simply huddle in their tunnels waiting for warmer days? We shall see.

“But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step”

I was a paperboy forty years ago. Now, I write blog posts. When someone important dies today, I hear about it on Twitter, instead of finding it on the front page of a newspaper delivered by an aspiring young musician. “Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.”

So, Buddy Holly’s death made Don McLean shiver. Joni Mitchell managed to find something gained in living every day. And then, there’s Buffy:

Every single night
The same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel
This strange estrangement
Nothing here is real
Nothing here is right
I’ve been making shows of trading blows
Just hoping no one knows
That I’ve been
Going through the motions
Walking through the part
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart

So, what will your February be like? Will bad news on the door step make you shiver? Will you simply be going through the motions? Or will something be gained in living every day?