I'm heading to Providence this weekend, where I plan to drink margaritas, cuddle a wiggly noodle of a dog, and walk along the beach to see if the ocean freezes where it meets the shore.
You should read this essay, although maybe wait until Sunday night, since it will rough you up a bit.
I've been complaining about the cold, but I don't really mind it. I like the way it attacks. It's energizing, always playing defense.
Happy weekend, all.
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