Late last week, a colleague brought in two puzzles and they sat on the counter since last Thursday or Friday. Knowing how I get sucked into a puzzle, I didn’t dare open either of them. When I have one going at the house, it becomes an all encompassing ordeal with all spare time spent hovering over the pieces.
The start of something. |
Luckily, I strung out
my departure for only about ten minutes and then I was out the door. It was knowing that Winston
was waiting for me, likely in a soggy diaper, that got me moving. That, and the
idea of my supper. It will be fun to see how much more is built the next time I'm on site.
Springtime delight in a bowl. |
Sure enough, the leftovers were as good as the original dish,
and supper was super. It was a bowl of springtime delights.
In other exciting domestic news, the new vacuum cleaner
arrived and was waiting for me on the side deck when I finally remembered to
check for it. The promise of clean rugs awaits, still sealed in the box. Tomorrow
there is an event after work, so maybe Friday night’s entertainment will be the
unboxing of the vacuum and the first test suckage. Or maybe Saturday. There is
no real rush.
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