I used to advocate for gentle weirdness on April 1st, 'pranks' that restored wonder and mystery to a world gone grey and cold.
But.
I know how the anxiety builds when you don't know if the next pet on the head will be with an open hand or a closed fist.
So, a promise. No pranks, no jokes, no tricks. Not from me, not tomorrow. Hopefully, not ever, in a meanspirited way - there's enough spite in the world. But definitely not tomorrow.