Grumpy prognostications

As we head into the absolute trough of winter this weekend, it's time to admit it.  I hate winter.  There, I already feel better.  With the predicted high for the next 3 days at 8 degrees and the low in double digits below zero here on the NCR, I can only imagine what the perennial cold spots in the area will be experiencing.  It is time to gather all the seed catalogs in front of a roaring fire and dream of warm days in the garden and on the golf course.  If Punxatawney Phil sees his shadow next week, I prescribe roast groundhog as a palliative for the next 6 weeks.