Klara woke me up at 3 am to ask me a profound philosophical question. Is it true that if yesterday was her last Monday as a 5-year-old, then today will be her last Tuesday as a 5-year-old?
After I confirmed, she fell asleep, but I didn’t. As a result I feel completely and utterly useless today. I’ll probably go home and sleep as soon as I summon enough energy to drag myself to the car.
While I tried to stay awake in the office, I played Russian Wordle about five million times. (Russian Wordle lets you play as much as you want. If you speak Russian, you are probably not much for rules and tend to be kind of obsessive, so it makes sense.) The Russian Wordle is the hardest because there aren’t that many 5-letter words, so it’s not easy to come up with good guess words. Of course, I still beat it but at least it wasn’t easy.