I don’t remember how we got started, but neighbor Shawn, niece Chrissie, and I play Wordle and Connections on our phones. We text our results from across the street and across the country in Utah. I wouldn’t want to see hard statistics, but I feel like we are very well-matched. Once in a while we all make the same high score, and other times one will totally fail. It’s the comments that bring it all to life. We congratulate each other or tell something that is going on in our lives. Daily contact like that is irreplaceable.

One day Shawn did exceptionally well, finishing Wordle on the third line and getting the Connections perfectly. I did not do well, commenting that it took me twice as long as the others. Shawn wrote, “But you got it!! You can’t be the QUEEN every day.” She included a laughing face.

I replied, “Right. I don’t want to be Queen every day! Some days I’d like to be the favorite dog.”

Her reply was instantaneous. It was a photo of her pet Izzie with the caption of “the favorite dog”. Chrissie and I got a kick out of that, and the day continued with a burst of laughter.