Greetings from the Courtyard Marriott in New Britain. Or is it Farmington? Wherever.
As I look out the window, it’s doing something. Sleet? Ice? Or is it freezing rain? Whatever.
Just finished the in-room coffee and the muffin my wife tucked in my bag. Contemplating next move. I could walk around the mall. Haven’t done that since, oh, 1983.
Something to ponder while I listen to TV drivel about the groundhog not seeing his shadow.
Screw the groundhog.