It's blindingly bright outside, and everything is melting. Right now, the temperature is 35˚F, with the windchill at 24˚F. There's a slight chance of more snow, and the nights for the next few days are going to be horribly cold – 29˚F tonight, 28˚F tomorrow night, 23˚F on Friday night, 23˚F on Saturday night. At home, there's a freeze warning tonight, but tomorrow the high will be 70˚F. But I am not home.
I'm in no better shape to say anything here today than I was yesterday.
Stephen Hawking is dead.
We saw Craig Gillespie's I, Tonya. A fucking brilliant film. It's sort of the Good Fellas of figure-skating movies.