Weather: It is said if you don’t like the weather ’round these parts, just give it a day. Sometimes, it can be mere hours. Either way, it is the end of January and we’ve not had much of a winter. I think many of us thought it would be brutal. The woolly worms I saw crossing the road were fat and black. Nearby friends count the fogs in August to correlate with how many snows we will get by April 1, and they promise three more. I guess flurries count. And how about those persimmon seeds? Surely umbrellas were found inside them this year. Then there’s Puxatawny Phil. How could…