S. Dakota governor worries about souls, but doesn’t mind sacrificing lives To create the right kind of atmosphere in which to write this column, I have all the lights off and am using a black background instead of a white one on my computer.
I’m also burning a candle and listening to heavy metal. Mind you, I have the lights off because it’s 2 p.m. And I’m burning the candle because I made vegan mac and cheese for lunch and my wife hates the smell. (The candle is called “Holiday Sparkle” and supposedly smells like “Bright Sparkling Water, Sugared Citrus, Wintertime Jasmine and Creamy Sandalwood,” but it really just smells like someone accidentally knocked into a perfume counter at Macy’s and a random collection of bottles smashed onto the