Long Week Calls for Spa Moment

This election has me sweating bullets! We’re not made for this! How do we cope? Let’s look to our fearless leader, Her Majesty The Publisher, for guidance: A day at the spa for a mani-pedi and some “massage back”, but the spa is her bedroom. A little fortress of solitude, but the door is a muslin blanket strung between her bed and the toy kitchen. A fresh coconut, but it’s a passionfruit. A fox, but it’s Kina.

I don’t have it in me for a long one tonight. Nobody should work at a newspaper during the 2020 election! Let’s get some rest and hope for better tomorrow.

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