The sun wasn’t yet fully up.
My heart rate rose.
I had to leave soon.
Should I just toss in any old word and accept failure?
Run late for class?
I was stressed out, and that’s not what Wordle is supposed to be about.
“They help us orient toward what’s good, what’s meaningful and what’s worthwhile.”
I’m accustomed to knocking out Wordle in four tries.
Sometimes I get lucky.
Sometimes it takes one more.
I rarely have to go the distance.
Wordle 219 X/6I just gave up and smacked the same word thrice to end my misery.
Some questioned if the answer was a real word.
It’s a bit goofy looking, but it’s real.
I realize Wordle has become a harbinger of the quality of my day.
I was an English major, damnit.
The problem isn’t Wordle.
Wordle is a beautiful little thing.
The issue is how I relate to Wordle.
