Wordle With Friends

April showers bring May flowers, so sayeth the old adage.  But for one Wordle Friend, April victories bring May devastating personal developments.  But even in the face of medical crises, the puzzle must go on.  And what results is a surprisingly lighthearted match, considering the circusmtances!

One Wordle Friend approaches the arena marred by illness, the other by a lack of confidence, and both must throw these chains to face a true final boss word for the April season.

It is a trope with which we are all familiar: those who live through certain watershed moments in history report never forgetting where they were when they heard.  The Kennedy assassination.  Neil Armstrong setting foot onto the moon.  The September 11th terrorist attacks.  For your consideration, I submit Wordle With Freinds, episode 55.

Communication between the Wordle Friends grows terse and resentful as April reaches its critical countdown phase.

The Wordle Friends struggle to focus on the puzzle, distracted as they are by the sensual, curvacious, seductive presence of Joan of Arc.

With only 5 games remaining in the month, the race between the Wordle Friends narrows not unlike the osseus hand of the reaper tightens around all of humanity as each month slips away like a grain of sand down the hyberboloid of unidirectional time.

On days such as this, when the play is haphazard and maladroit, the Wordle Friends hope you'll overlook their alleged status as professional Wordle-solvers in favor of classifying them as professional light banter-ers.

Fate hoists an opportunity onto the Wordle Friends to reflect upon the mediocrity of their lives in the form of a vision of themselves as triumphant heroes in a parallel universe.

"Everythig old is new again," - Peter Allen.  Art in the 21st century, beset by postwar malaise, has reorganized itself into an accoustical archway through which its own echos are repeatedly funnelled, deconstructed, and repurposed into a soylent greenlike popular culture ration, scarfed down heartily by the proletariat who yearn for respite from the wearying grind of late stage capitalism.  Now the Wordle Friends, too, have discovered the untapped power of reliving their own glory days; of retracing their own steps.

In our universe, balance is about correction.  Darkness to correct for light.  Clamor to correct for calm.  Suffering to correct for ecstasy.  The Wordle Friends find themselves in a similar cosmic correction after yesterday's ordeal of endurance.