one minute of life
A piece about Wordle that’s not really about Wordle. And yet, it’s about Wordle.
6:08 am.
Feet on the floor. I’ve already peeled myself from the bed, peed, and grabbed my phone. Upstairs, the coffee is brewing already. (Thanks for setting up the timer last night, honey.) A few rounds of chanting Om Mani Padme Hum and a few sun salutations while I wait for the burbling to cease in the pot. Tomorrow, I’ll dance to James Brown instead.…
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