How would we know?
After an exhausting day of technical difficulties, including a DVR that didn’t record a show apparently simply because it didn’t feel like it, I’ve arrived at Friday, probably worse for the wear.
Probably. Who can tell these days? Seriously. Who.
So here we are, the back end of a week of lower where you just don’t want to contemplate what “lowest” might mean. These days are strange days.
I have no words of wisdom for you today. No pithiness, and you know how I love pithiness. We’ve watched the unthinkable become routine, rinse and repeat, ever spiraling down.Yet the days flip through the week like an alarm clock with little boards.
And here we still are.
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