Good Morning
The days seems to promise clouds and a lot of must-read journalism. So grateful for the independent journalists out there who actually seem to give a shit.
I’m winded after like two miles, which is sad, but better than being in hospital. So there’s that. Onward and upward, or whatever Roald Dahl wrote in Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, which, if you haven’t read, well then… you suffered a deprived childhood.
