C-O-L-I-C

One of the first things I do every day, after saying good morning to Seth and letting the dogs out to pee, is sit down in front of my computer, open up Wordle and type in my start word.

I always use the same start word. 

Every single one of the one thousand three hundred fifty Wordle puzzles I have attempted started with O-L-I-V-E. I am nothing if not consistent.

Yesterday, three letters in my start word - O, L and I - turned yellow. I quickly typed in B-R-O-I-L, then S-O-L-I-D. This gave me three green letters and an overwhelming sense of dread.

Hoping against hope, I typed in F-O-L-I-C.

No dice. The answer was C-O-L-I-C.

I have never been less happy to solve a puzzle.

In fact, I was actually irrationally angry. So much so, I felt compelled to share my feelings on Facebook.

Fortunately, my friends were understanding.

Once I got past the shock of seeing Olive succumb to colic again, I was able to (sort of) see the humor in the situation. Still, thanks but no thanks Wordle editors. That was a bad word choice. 

Colic is a really bad word.