We are addicted to Sudoku. Black pens, colored pens, white-out pens litter our house like junkies’ needles; grids and worksheets foul every surface. There’s Sudoku in the Burlington Freeps & Sudoku in the Seven Days – we scrounge every one we can lay our inky hands on; buying books isn’t enough to satisfy our cravings. Xopher no longer surfs the internet; my fiber equipment lies unused. It’s Sudoku, Sudoku, Sudoku, broken up only the occasional sumoku, calcoku, or kenken. Stay tuned for the inevitable journal of recovery: “Off the Grid: My Year Without Sudoku”, coming soon.
