I don't usually post two blogs in one day but it's snowing, and hey, what else is there to do except watch Anderson Cooper tell people to stay safe while he gets punched in the face by angry mobs? So it's the first day of spring, the vernal equinox, when people from all walks of life balance eggs on their ends at a certain time of day when things get weird. The Vernal Equinox marks the day in the Northern Hemisphere when night and day are nearly the same length and the sun crosses over the celestial equator, moving northward. At exactly 7:21 pm last night, an egg would have stood on its end due to the equivalence of the gravitational pull with the moon and the earth, and so on. But here in the great white north of Canada, we can stand eggs on their ends almost through May because the freaking snow will hold it up. Yes, the snow came down today in an army of snowmen and snow women and I think the groundhog is just mankind's way of saying he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about and an animal with a brain the size of a garbanzo bean knows better. No wonder Canada rules with hockey, ice carving, and snow people making. We get so much practice.
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