In that funny space between Christmas and New Year’s–I decided to pour out a pretty little puzzle.
There is something so soothing about turning all the pieces over, then setting them in little piles according to their shape.
Yeah, I’m one of those puzzle people who takes a few hours to organize all the pieces so that the whole experience is…you know…more orderly.
I believe the puzzle ultimately goes together much, much faster this way because it’s not so chaotic.
In fact, this happy little puzzle was probably two thirds finished when one night I woke to the sound of something very much like pebbles pouring onto the floor.
I flipped on the light and saw that old Hobbes had jumped on one end of my puzzle board and tipped it off the side of the little table it was on and just more than half of my sweet puzzle was on the floor in a broken up pile.
The next morning, my sweet Rhenny boy helped me put it all back together and we even kept at it till it was finished! Wahoo!!
What shall I do with all this spare time? Laundry? Dishes? Take down the Christmas stuff?