With glorious spring wholely underway, the Wordle Friends process a few major changes to the show and then enjoy the gliding, tractionless gloss of a freshly-wiped-clean slate.
In which one Wordle Friend's compromised state pushes the show from easy listening to hypnogogic.
Ela-Opitan, Mawu, Ayyur, iNyanga, Iah, Amesemi, Gleti, Abuk, Thoth, and now the Wordle Friends join the ranks of the moon gods.
Thrown by cataclysmic meddling from the New York Times, the Wordle Freinds are nearly unable to play the game. Why can't folks just leave...