I understand the groundhog saw his shadow this morning, predicting six more weeks of winter.  Personally, I don’t require a groundhog to tell me this has been a bitterly cold winter and that it is likely to continue.  I have my grown children, all four in Washington state, reporting to me on a weekly basis how miserable this winter has turned out to be. Their solution—visit Mom and Dad in Florida over spring break!  Air fares are down, or so they claim, and since we have a nice new house, we should easily be able to entertain fifteen guests. From just the two of us on up to fifteen, Wayne briefly considered taking a trip, but I’m more than ready for a grandkid fix.