I’ve got a draft that won’t disperse. And it’s untitled. That’s my title.

Draft is connected to football.

Draft is connected to wind.

Draft is connected to writing.

Draft is connected to “you get my draft? no. you catch my drift? no. you get my drift? no. You’re drafted? no. You’re daft.

Daft is the good word. That’s where this was going. She’s daft.

Being daft is a way to survive.

When you are daft you can put garlic butter on a croissant. Google it to see if it’s acceptable. I haven’t googled.

When you are daft you can forget people’s names and get away with it. They nod and look at each other without having to verbalize that you are daft.

When you are daft you can start to pour coffee into your cat’s bowl and then laugh because you meant to put it in the dog’s.

When you are daft, of course, you wear your pajamas to walk the dog.

When you are daft you get away with almost anything.

Daft is the good direction to head for in this day and age because money can’t buy happiness, but daftness can make you laugh over The Masked Singer. Of course, you do. And you don’t have to be daft to watch that program, but daftness adds new layers of happiness and joy.

Who is that guy under there? When you are daft you don’t finish the TV programs because your brain has pulled you off somewhere else.

I love daft. (I hope it’s a real word.)