I worry I may be greatly misunderstood; that people misinterpret my actions to an almost dyslexic degree. Maybe my retreat back into my home has less to do with me being spooked by my own shadow, and more to do with my dislike of crowds; a Marshawn Lynch-like disdain for public appearances and speaking to the media. It certainly has nothing to do with the sun or the gray skies. It makes no sense to me at all that the local prognosticators up here say that me seeing my shadow is a reliable predictor that we're in for six more weeks of winter. Seriously? Local folklore has it that if the weather today is gray, or cold, or bleak, or really any version of what passes for seasonable here in southeastern Pennsylvania this time of year, and I don't see my shadow, then the rest of the winter will be mild. But, that same story goes that if the sun happens to be shining, and I cast a shadow when I walk out on my lawn, then we will be in for six more weeks of winter weather. So, if it's sunny we're in for bad weather; but if it's already crappy out, well, don't worry, winter's almost over? I don't buy it. It seems counterintuitive to me; like telling couples whose outdoor weddings get rained on or rained out that that wedding day shower is good luck. Bull. It's cold and I'm cranky, and I don't like all these damn people on my lawn on a Monday morning; and that's why I go back inside my house. It's not to re-hibernate for another six months, and it's certainly not any sign of what winter weather we will or will not have for the next six weeks. And while I'm on my soapbox, shadow-casting or not, there's nothing lucky about rain on your wedding day either. It's just like the so called silver lining that is at the core of the cynically spun "luck of the Irish." It's not "lucky" at all.