I work in New York City’s financial district — which means breakfast, lunch, and dinner in a perpetual construction zone. I’ve swallowed so many “Keep Out” signs, they’re holding my bones together. Seriously, after 13 years of these signs, even when I don’t see them, I subconsciously keep myself out. So now, I’m looking for open doors. Like this alligator on a wall near my house, apparently an escapee from the Gowanus Canal:
Some of you know about my KenKen and Sudoku addictions from my last post. I might as well also admit to jonesing for a good jigsaw puzzle now and then. Especially now, when it’s below freezing outside at night, but just days away from spring. It’s irrational, I know, but I start to feel that if I can fit together each piece of spring, the weather will follow.
I’ve done my part — the puzzle is done now. It’s up to the weather to cooperate . . . I promise I’ll keep the puzzle on our kitchen table until it does.