1. First, let me complain about Wordle. I try to do Wordle every day. I am pretty good at it. In fact, over the past year or so, I have failed to come up with the correct 5 letter word in 6 tries only one time. It was early in the year, the word was “eager”, and I just missed it.

But then, as my consecutive day score built back up, I forgot to play one day. We were on one of our road trips, and I just didn’t play.

Well, if you miss a day of Wordle, they don’t send you a reminder, and they don’t let you  catch up the next day. It counts as a failure and they set you back to zero. That has happened to me three times this year.

Yesterday was different. Yesterday was the day of the Amazon server snafu where for 8 hours or so, the Amazon website and the websites of all other organizations who use Amazon for data storage went dark. Who even knew that the NYT (Wordle is an NYT game) was dependent on data centers owned by Jeff Bezos’ company? After all, Bezos owns the Washington Post. Speaking of concentration of power…..

At any rate, the daily Wordle, which normally arrives at my mailbox at 6:01 a.m., never came. After the Times came back on line, I went to the Times’ general game site and played Wordle there, but I guess the Times Wordle-master didn’t know it was me, because today I, and I assume all the millions of world wide wordlers (yes, the real meaning of “www”) are all starting from scratch.

So, I will lodge my complaint, not only an individual complaint, but a class action complaint. The class meets all the judicial requirements for certification. The defendants will include the Times, Amazon and Jeff Bezos personally. I know that, with the entire world falling apart, you may not think this very important, but that is what they are counting on. We will show them. Stand up to power.

2. Last night was one of those rare nights when I remember what I dreamt. I don’t understand why dreams and memory seem to play a game with each other. But last night:

A. We bought a beach house. It was only an hour away and in the heart of a lower income area of Baltimore, but it was very cheap, and miraculously, it was on the beach. And it had a very special bed spread. When you looked at the bed, you saw a pattern of intricately designed rectangles, each of which represented a film. Two rows of normal movies, one of documentaries, one of X-rated films, one of “how-to” films, etc. You pushed on a rectangle and the entire wall in front of the bed became a screen. And, no, I did not watch an X rated film, even though it was an option.

B. I was in a kitchen  with my mother and a friend of hers. I opened a cabinet to get something, and saw that two boxes had been jammed in. One was filled with maybe 20 chocolate bars; the other with something else that no one was going to eat. I completely lost control and started yelling about why things can’t be kept in their right place in the kitchen. Now, I never in real life lose control. But last night….

C. My new law firm was starting up in our new offices. I had not been in charge of office space, but it seemed to me that we were being a little too frugal, as each room seemed to house about 30 lawyers, all working with their computers, sitting on the floor. Office upon office. I decided to go outside and on the lawn, too, there were groups of lawyers with laptops. One group looked like they were part of an ashram, dressed in hippie clothes. I sat near them and decided to ask a friend out to lunch. He was with another firm and I needed his advice. I did not know his phone number and asked one of the ashram members if she knew it. Of course, she didn’t, but she said she could get me a phone book. She placed a call and soon a DC Metro bus came driving over the lawn and stopped near us. The driver got out and handed me a phone book.

D. We were involved in some big fair or sonething which important people were attending. I was sitting with my assistant, some random people and a Congressman and his wife. We were talking about an event in his honor next Tuesday afternoon. I decided to tell everyone what happened when a heel dislodged from my shoe in Istanbul. I told them the entire true story. No one paid any attention.

And then I got up to play Wordle.

3. Nevermind.