We're less than 24 hours away from February, the transition month to spring. For some time, I've considered Feb. 2 (Groundhog's Day and my late father's birthday) to be the unofficial end of winter. Mrs. O always thought I was cuh-razy for doing so, especially if there was snow piled up on the ground outside. It was a means of fighting off cabin fever. This year, however, winter has been a piece of cake. I didn't even bother to put the studs on the 4Runner. And I still have almost a cord of wood left in the pile outside. Has anyone checked the weather prognosticators to see if any of their fall predictions for this winter were correct? Now for your Wild Card ...