Thank you, dear Son. The 1,000-piece puzzle set up yesterday has captured my attention.
Once again I am in another world, placing pieces and gently encouraging them to work in the slots I wish for them. I can feel my father and sister sitting there doing the same thing as we work on the “family puzzle,” which seemed to have a permanent place behind the sofa on a nice big banquet table. We worked furiously to complete the said puzzle when we needed the table for dinners or parties, relishing the “last piece” trophy.
Ah. After forcing myself to retire past midnight, I arose to put ten pieces together, pronto. Now the day may officially be underway.
Good luck solving your puzzle.