I hate to say it, but I’m sick. I have a cold. I think I just sneezed like 85 times before starting to write this post. I’m honestly feeling a bit jaded and cynical at this point. Maybe everything everyone ever told me is just a lie. How can anything be good and true and honest in a world where I’d sneeze that many times and still be congested?
Forgive me, but my motivation is like the dried up well you find while wandering the desert. I am tired and sapped. Instead of waxing poetic about Wordle and word puzzle games and all that jazz, I give you this amazing new song from The National and Rosanne Cash:
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