As we sit under a foot of snow here in the midwest, I read with bitter envy the annual tradition of Nevada citizens who have their own rendition of "groundhog day": the day some arbitrary animal decides the weather the next few weeks will bring. No, they don't listen to Punxsutawney Phil or to any other groundhog ... they await a tortoise.
Yes, in Nevada they rely on Mojave Max to emerge from hibernation and inform them whether the weather is going to ... get even warmer than it already is. Usually he comes out between 2/15 and 3/15. My eyes will be glued to Nevada news sites.