Dear Kid,
It’s one of those days.
One of those days when I had an utterly brilliant idea for today’s letter. I know it was utterly brilliant because I said to myself, “That is an utterly brilliant idea!”
My fingers however did not exactly agree.
My fingers looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and refused to have anything to do with typing about the utterly brilliant idea.
In fact, my fingers suggested that there was no way on earth the Utterly Brilliant Idea could be turned into a blog unless Albus Dumbledore himself got some serious magic involved.
Since I don’t have access to the aforementioned headmaster, my fingers decided to nap.
Do you know how hard it is to get all ten digits to wake up and work together?
I tried again. I tried to convince my left should and some seriously influential brain cells to take up the cause. They laughed and went out for coffee.
Clearly, there is a revolution afoot. (Technically, I didn’t get my feet involved in the discussion since they tend to have fairly base ideas.)
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll find a way to make my brilliant idea work.
Perhaps it will take longer than 24 hours.
Either way, I love you.
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