Confessions of a Crickler Addict

It's almost embarassing to admit this...but I am a Crickler addict. (Why is it almost embarassing to admit? Cause I know no one actually reads this blog, so it's just kind of like admitting it to myself and not actually admitting it to the world at large.) I find I have a much happier start to my day if I can go do the daily Crickler every morning before getting down to the business of work. I'm not sure what that says about me. Maybe nothing - it might simply mean that I look for ways to push off the inevitable as long as humanly possible and quick puzzle games are a cheap thrill. Of course, it's also pretty much the only way I read the news - and that probably says volumes. There's just something really nice about finding out the headlines by filling in the blanks and having a little recorded moment of applause when you finish. Much less stressful than actually reading the paper (I mean really, when was the last time someone applauded you for finishing the paper?)

For example, today - aside from having a very delightful 5 minutes of word puzzling - I also learned that there is a newborn Debra (or Zonkey) -- crossbreed between a Zebra (mom) and donkey (dad) --- and we can skip all the fun jokes that could be made about the male counterpart being the ass. I also learned that the Sunni have only 17 deputies in the Iraqi congress since they boycotted elections and that the leaders of China and Taiwan are speaking and negotiating. What more is there to know, really? (Ok, probably lots, but news in small doses is really all I can handle.)

All in all, it's a nice way to start the work day...especially after being awakened at just before 5 am to a cold, wet, clammy feeling all over my leg. I rolled over and adjusted the covers thinking I had just kicked them off and perhaps I was just cold. But then I started to feel cold and wet seeping into my other jammy leg. At that point, I reached down and encountered a wet dog back end. So...it would appear that little Megabyte had a siezure during the night, during which she lost control of her bladder...and I was the lucky beneficiary of the end results. Not the best way to wake up. But if having a dog pee on your while you sleep is anything like swallowing a live frog, I should be good to go for the day.