I Can't Get Enough of You, Baby

I thought I didn't need my daily fix, but I was wrong. The nerd/news junkie in me just kept crying out until there was only one thing I could do: Renew my subscription to The Wall Street Journal. I let it lapse after Lucy was born, figuring that while interesting, there were better ways to spend 45 minutes every day. You know: Shower, play with my kids, organize things, promote world peace, etc. But until it was gone I never realized how much I looked forward to slipping on my shoes every morning and running out to snatch up the paper, cradled in its blue plastic bag, fresh for my enjoyment. I've craved the the intellectual stimulation, window to the outside world, quirky stories, and conversation fodder it provides. Often it was what I thought about when I didn't have anything else to think about.

Although I have seen the paper change over the years due to its new ownership and have a quasi-moral dilemma supporting Rupert Murdoch (the Aussie media mogul/owner of The WSJ, Fox News, 20th Century Fox studios, various satellite and cable stations around the world, The Times of London and assorted British tabloids that cater to the lowest common denominator and feature scantily clad women in their pages) I do appreciate that he wants the lowly newspaper to survive in this digital age. His aim is for The WSJ to overtake The New York Times as the nation's (read: world's) newspaper of record, so we'll see how he does. I just hope it doesn't involve using dumbed-down stories and nudity to attract readers like he's done in other cases.

So apologies in advance if you have to put up with me starting a sentence with, "I read in the Wall Street Journal..." Feel free to slap me, but I might be too giddy to feel the sting.

What do you look forward to on a regular basis? Does something provide your daily fix?