Donna's Still Champ

It's Sunday morning and for the first time in what has seemed to be a very long time the sun was up and out eagerly waiting for us to rise. Prying at the bedroom blinds. Peeking in the kitchen window, as if straining to see whether the kettle was on the stove yet.
So you'll forgive me if I felt optimistic returning up the stairs. It's become a part of our morning ritual that as she finishes her second bowl of cereal, I head downstairs to print of a few Sudokus. Two sheets, each with an easy and a medium level puzzle. She uses pen and I a mechanical pencil. Which speaks volumes in itself.
I sunk into the big chair that sits in front of the large north facing window wearing my glasses. "Oh, your serious," she said. I don't often wear my glasses. Not out of some sense of vanity, as I don't think they look badly on. Rather, more out a sense of bother. I never really seem to have them at hand and not needing them to function, I rarely feel impelled to search for them. But this morning I had noticed them on my desk and without thinking had put them on. Not really a wise strategy I'll admit.
Sure they are helpful and I may even complete the puzzles in question a tad faster, but just by wearing them I have thrown down the gauntlet. I have spurred on my opponent.
"Are you ready," she asked? It wasn't so much a question as a prod.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"No."
Not surprisingly, I failed to supplant our household champion once again. Which, in case your counting, I'm told makes six losses in a row. But, I thought, while listening to the Vinyl Cafe and the wonderful voice of Stewart McLean, at least it's sunny and we've no plans to climb the grind today.