In a rather whimsical moment, I'm loving* the way that Wordle is apt to cradle and arouse the spurious crystal-ball quality in any old one-horse weblog (mine).
And so, let is be said. 2010 will be: Tracksuited. Tea-puddled. [And] Less than international.
Ta-da! Happy New Year, readers.
*Parlance of the postmodern thirty-something, I'm told.
