In the movie "Groundhog Day," Bill Murray, playing a cynical weatherman, is covering the essential, necessary, obligatory. required news at Gobbler's Knob: Will Punxsutawney Phil see his shadow?
Murray finds himself reliving Feb. 2 over and over, from the moment the radio clock hits 6 a.m. to the tune of "I Got You Babe." Since every day is the same and its events will start all over again in 24 hours, whatever he does exists only for the moment and then vanishes.
So, he decides to be reckless: behind the wheel, in relationships and especially at the breakfast table, where he downs enough sweets and coffee to land anyone in the local emergency room.
After the news today from Pennsylvania, as well as Malverne and Holtsville, I wonder where would I eat? And what would the weatherman in me do? What would you pick when it's not the plat du jour but the plat toujours?
I think about those two phrases on so many little pillows: "Life is short. Eat dessert first." And "Life is too short to drink bad wine." No overcoat today. Daydreams about warm weather. Looks like an extra scoop of ice cream for starters. Maybe bubbly later.
Of course, Murray's meteorologist eventually comes around and decides to do some good things.
Meantime, however, the groundhogs are 2-to-1 for more winter ahead.
Harassing the groundhog one more time.