Another cold night and day, and night and even colder day and the temperatures dropped to super single digits with wind making it feel very arctic. The Ides of March. I went to the beach in Castine with my dogs who stayed in the car–it was too cold for them outside. The only not distressed creature was a solitary seagull, sitting on frozen bay. I think he was happy. It was a beautiful day, after all.

I would like to think that the plane up above was taking people to Guadeloupe. Why not.