Lucy’s Journal — February 4, 2026
Dear Journal,
Well. Monday was Groundhog Day, and yet somehow we did not end up in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania causing an international incident involving Phil the Groundhog. Shocking, I know.
The excuses started flying before breakfast.
Kiwi said the weather app was “lying on purpose” and that flying conditions were spiritually unsafe. Peanut claimed he had a very important nap scheduled that simply could not be moved without union approval. The Quackers said they were absolutely ready to go… until they realized Pennsylvania does not, in fact, have an indoor heated splash zone waiting specifically for them. And the Shih Tzu kept reminding everyone that road trips make him “existentially itchy.”
As for me? I pointed out that kidnapping a famous groundhog on a Monday requires planning, snacks, and bail money. None of which we had.
So instead of chaos on a national scale, we had chaos in the living room.
That’s when Phil showed up.
Yes. That Phil.
Turns out he’s been laying low, tired of being dragged out once a year to predict the weather like some kind of fuzzy meteorologist. He waddled in, adjusted his tiny posture, and announced he was joining the clan. No shadow. No ceremony. Just vibes.
And get this—Phil came prepared.
He rolled out what he called a “Spring Initiative,” which is apparently groundhog for a master plan. He says he’ll help Kiwi finally build that backyard waterfall this spring. Not just help—oversee. He talked about water flow, stone placement, and “a naturalistic aesthetic.” I don’t even know where he learned those words.
Best part? The Quackers get their own shallow pool built into the waterfall so they can swim without being yelled at for splashing everyone else. They immediately accepted Phil as their new leader and started chanting his name.
Peanut pretended not to care, but I caught him nodding along when Phil mentioned heated rocks for sunbathing.
So no kidnapping. No torture. Just a reformed groundhog with a vision, a parrot with a dream waterfall, ducks planning a grand opening, and a cat already claiming the best seat.
Honestly? Way better outcome.
If spring actually comes early this year, I’m blaming Phil.
—Lucy ๐ฟ️๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ






