Punxsutawney Phil has fallen ill—believe it or not, he is of the quinquagenarian lot and it seems likely such case must be connected to those men in top hats. So, with less than a month to prepare for the day of seasonal flair, I shall practice which scream goes with each screen—with the chirpy one tending towards spring since sounds of delight are for grounds green rather than fields of ice cream. ; )