Forget what Punxsutawney Phil indicated on Monday—Spring is coming. If the balmy, near-70-degree weather isn’t enough to convince you that springtime is upon us, consider that the perceived predictions of an amateur rodent meteorologist is hardly a source of credible information. You could get better data on what season it is by strolling the greeting card aisle of a drugstore. 

Also, most of us can’t differentiate between what’s technically the first day of Spring and the Vernal Equinox, which kicks in precisely at 7:46 am, Friday, March 20, this year (set your reminders). Kary Hess, Weeklys contributor (and incidentally my wife) recently wrote about “Imbolc,” a Gaelic celebration of the first day of spring that dates back to the neolithic era, which is about as old school as you can get and still be recognizably human. Sure our species was around before that but we weren’t farming, refining our tools, dwelling in permanent housing, weaving, and making pottery. So, basically, Sebastopol. 

Anyway, Imbolc was Sunday—we missed it. Again. No worries, we still have today, Feb. 4, to celebrate: Did you know, 237 years ago today, George Washington was unanimously elected first U.S. president, marking the first and last time a bunch of powerful white guys unanimously agreed on anything besides burying the Epstein Files.

Also, on this day, in 2004, Facebook was launched, which biblical scholars now agree broke one the The Seven Seals of Revelation. And yet, despite all of the negative hoopla that has befallen Feb. 4 (did I mention that it’s the 165th anniversary of the southern states meeting to form the Confederacy?), today is still a brand new day, one you should seize and squeeze the living carpe diem out of—because it is spring afterall—a season of renewal, rebirth, renaissance, resilience, and “reply all.” Because if history teaches us anything, what we do together today will determine all of our tomorrows.