8.0
I tend to solve the daily Wordle at midnight, right when the new grid is uploaded, or in the early morning when my girlfriend and I aren't quite ready to start the day yet. I'll tell her how many guesses it took me, and she'll try to beat my score on our lunch break. We debate opening guesses, letter combinations, and tricky answers—the breezy Wordle Meta that has surfaced in the wake of the mania—but neither of us tweet our scores out too often anymore. Instead, the game has become another part of our routine, akin to her decaf brew or my bodega runs. Wordle wants a little bit of our time, and then it lets us go about our days. In the muck of 2022, all I'm looking for is a reliable bright spot.
