It is not in the nature of Clerkmanifesto to take a "day off". And so even with my hacking cough and my 101 degree temperature and a general sense of mild covid misery, here I am, just as I always am, driven by a mystical pact who's source is now fogged in time.
And I'm not just writing to fulfill some quota. I have important things to say. I have a shout out to the World. I have the keys, all the keys, and I have chosen this tiny golden one today.
Now if I could just find the lock among all this kleenex.