My friends, today is that American holiday known as Groundhog Day. It is famous in large part due to the movie of the same name featuring Bill Murray as a man who relives the same day over and over again until he gets it right. And let me tell you, Groundhog Day did not get this reputation from nothing. This is actually the two hundredth consecutive time I have lived out this day. And every day I have written about it, but whenever the day starts over, what I had written disappears and so I have to start over. Naturally, I am fairly tired of this. Otherwise, however, I really can’t complain. After all, it is a Saturday, and I really have very few obligations. Mostly I have been sleeping in. I fed the cat last night, and won’t need to again until tomorrow morning; and so as long as I remain on the same day, I’ll never have to feed my cat, and will never have to worry about him starving. So that’s pretty cool. It is pretty frustrating, though, having to watch the same television programs over and over – the Britney Spears SNL is hardly the way to cap off the night, and yet I find myself watching it with alarming frequency. I have absolutely exhausted my DVD collection and my comic books so, like I said, I mostly just stay in bed all day. It beats working. I know that eventually I’m going to have to win the love of the charming Andie MacDowell and do good deeds for the eccentric citizens of the town in which I live, but that town is Chicago and really there just aren’t enough hours in the day.