Punxsutawney Phil got up early on his special day; he'd predicted an early Spring, before I arrived at my qwerty-device, to begin slaving away. In days of yore, it was the holy man in the tribe, that made valuable predictions. The Church grew from such beginnings, and stayed in the prediction-business. The 'Church Calendar' was what this shy groundhog was supposed to supplant. The Anglican Communion preserves for us, what the 'evil rodent' cannot destroy.