Mid-month midnight musings

Where's the whimsy?

Earlier this year, my friend Lucy and I realized we both keep a running list on our notes app of those random middle-of-the-night musings. Over lunch one day, we read ours aloud to each other, cackling at the seemingly deep thoughts we felt we had at 4 a.m. One of hers really struck home, though:

Where’s the f*ckin’ whimsy?

In a never-ending onslaught of …