Life These Days: The Universe (/The Machinations of the NYT Games App)

I often putter around the Land of Existential Crisis, wallowing in the stagnation of inefficacy, Naomi throwing up in the night and then Tuna throwing up in the morning, me feeling generally repelled by the thought of getting out of bed, but needs must. And sometimes, after having gotten up and out of bed, having schlepped children to school, having put a load of laundry into the machine, etc., etc., through life, the universe offers you a tiny wink.

I play the games on the NYT games app as a means to procrastinate, and the other day, the universe declared it would reward me for my labours. I share these gifts below:

Hope you are all making it through your days.