"I arrived at the station...breathless and steaming from the uphill exertion that is my life."

-Bill Bryson

Bryson is one of my favorite authors, and I can relate to that sentiment. Life often seems like a series of uphill sprints, subsumed in an larger uphill marathon. I can't figure out why. Thankfully, though, today is Friday, and for most, the weekend brings a headwind to carry us through this lame, tortured metaphor I'm using.

I'm convinced that life's burdens feel heavier when there's no pleasure to offset them. So do something fun this weekend.

Your soul will thank you come Monday.