OK campers, rise and shine and don't forget to stay home today, because there's a highly contagious virus out there.
Indeed, we are all trapped inside a palm tree-filled snow globe for the foreseeable future, and if there's another marmot movie that's as good as Groundhog Day at depicting this specific type of existential despair, I haven't seen it.
So, let's play a game.
OK, we'll start.
I'm the day Phil stares down cosmic meaninglessness and delivers with abdication and transcendent sarcasm the following hot take on a cold day:
"This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather."
Ryan did not name his day. But he did write instructive parody lyrics to the Pennsylvania Polka. Outlets for stress take many forms.
🎶Stay home, don't panic,
but please wash your hands
It's the co-rona-virus 🎶
She's the one who cooked up this idea, which is likely a symptom/coping mechanism/cry for help for not sleeping in more than two weeks, because pandemic. Her Groundhog Day day looks like this:
"I'm on the first piano lesson day. I'll pay $1,000 dollars to kick out the poor kid so I can get going on mastering this new universe. It might not be perfect, but I know I have many more lessons ahead."
Now it's your turn.
And if you want extra credit, see if you can help connect the lyric-to-scene dots on a longstanding feeling that the bed and breakfast in Punxsutawney has something to do with Hotel California.
I got you, babe.