With all the lights from all the cameras, of COURSE he sees his shadow. And I doubt he even really wakes up for long.

Aunt Zsa was a Groundhog Day baby, she passed away last year. So in memory of Aunt Zsa, I propose we have a lovely tea at one end of the bar, with frilly napkins, and delicate cookies, scones and tea from a steaming china pot. Don't worry, I'll bring my prettiest teapot, and the delicate porcelain cups that we only use for special events, but I'll have a couple mugs handy for those whose hands are too big for the teensy delicate handles on them.