There are moments, that call in to question everything in your life that has lead to this stupefyingly mundane set of circumstances. A server in Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire has a butterfly flap its wings on the motherboard and what do you know, an entire school of youths has to go without their daily broadcast. I’ve cleared all the darn cookies gosh darnit, and you know I’m all over deleting that cache, reloading the page, restarting my computer, trying on another computer, making a copy and trying to download that, logging out, and back in, deleting sections of the canva then re-uploading, using entire prep periods, pulling students out of woodshop, attempting to post a laggy link to canva that will undoubtedly play with a starting-and-stopping frustration of a thousand macaws, screeching right into your ear inevitably leading to the heat death of the universe.
