I’m having an affair. With Leo Laporte. Tom Ashbrook. Even Rebecca Bain and Amber MacArthur. I just realized this fact this morning when I woke up, made coffee, and grinned in delight as I realized that there was nothing I had to do, the kids were all occupied, and my better half is away at work.

A few months ago Brian bought me an iPod. It was cool and fun and I played with it for a few days, but then it got left in my purse and almost forgotten because I just don’t listen to music as much as some, and I ran out of interest with listening to it and looking at teeny tiny pics of my kids. Then, while checking out the latest news on NPR.org (by the way - we don’t get a single national public radio station here…so the web site is my only contact with what I consider the finest news and talk shows on the planet), a lightbulb went off in my head and I put together two little words:

PODCASTS and ITUNES.

Duh. Juice was working for me, and I felt really stupid the moment that lightbulb went off. So I subscribed to my shows, found a hundred new ones, and filled my little black and silver friend to capacity, and today find myself an addict. Any free moment, the very short drive to work, the even shorter cigarette breaks at work, and my friend is there with me.

A few weeks ago, Brian got me a speaker/charger system for my office and a charger/fm transmitter for my truck. Now I wonder…is he oblivious to my affair, or is he encouraging it?