So, I’ve been doing a lot of Sudoku puzzles lately. The lightning got my wireless. I’ve been whining and waiting to get it up and running. Still, I love Sudoku and have been neglecting that addiction for a while because I was so wrapped up in blogging and reading blogs and thinking about blogs and well, blogging out mentally and socially. I think the Sudoku thing is good for my brain. Keeps things lubed and arcing up there where the cobwebs grow. And believe me…I need the cobweb cleaning in my brain and in my house.
The thing about Sudoku is…well, you can do it about anywhere. I have a book by my rocker, one on the dining room table, one by my computer area and one in each bathroom. Each book has a pencil or pen attached and is turned to the current puzzle I am working on. To be honest, Sudoku is stimulating…I can hit the bathroom find a few numbers and head out for my next project without hardly slowing down. I find the puzzles relaxing and when I relax…well, things come out a lot quicker…and sometimes I’ll just sit there a little while extra to finish a puzzle. Sick…I know…but I bet if I talk to about half the Sudoku nuts out there, they do the same thing. Hey, whatever works. I don’t care for prune juice. I like Sudoku. It’s my personal fiber. Perhaps I should try eating the pages after I finish the puzzles…even more fiber.
My other game addiction is Super Letter Linker. I played the demo online and loved it so I actually purchased the game and it keeps me entertained for hours. The only problem is I think about words all the time and what letters can work where and how they are connected and I have to shut it off in my head once in a while. I rarely use the words H-E-X, or E-R-R or N-I-T in real life, but in Super Letter Linker, they’ve saved my B-U-T-T more than once. Oh, and if you see B-U-T-T, you look for B-U-T and B-U-T-T-E. And I love word games. Still, Sudoku is better in the bathroom. I have a hard time holding my laptop while on the toilet. I know if my husband caught me in there with the laptop with the door closed with a bit of grunting and groaning going on, well, he would be concerned for more than one reason…and I wouldn’t blame him.
I must be getting old. It seems like my blogs talk about toilet habits and fiber way too much. Ah, life as we experience it.
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