The weekend is here, baby! Not that it matters to me. One day is the same as the next as far as I’m concerned. Come hell or highwater—rain or shine—in sickness and in health—weekend or weekday—vacation or here at home I write this Wordle guide. I solve the puzzle and then type this up, thinking of hints and clues along the way.
I’ve invented Competitive Wordle to play against the Wordle Bot and against you, dearest Wordlers. We have Wordle Wednesdays and 2XP Fridays. We talk about philosophy, the weather, Norse gods and the meaning and history of words. It’s the one sure thing in my life. A Wordle a day keeps the doctor away. Everything else feels . . . on a knife’s edge. Uncertainty abounds. The world is a precarious place, and the night is dark and full of terrors.
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