The first Friday of the long week at home.
The third day of distance learning.
The fifth day of sunshine and springtime.
The beginning of a long haul.
I started a puzzle last week. 1000 pieces. I thought Mr. 12 and I might work our way through it over the week and beyond. After day 2 it became my project alone. It’s slow going. The pieces are tiny and many are just a single color or a couple gradients of that color. It is not designed to be completed in a hurry. Which is fine because in a hurry I am not. No, I actually have all kinds of time to sift through puzzle pieces in search of 2 or 3 that fit the description of exactly what I’m looking for. A puzzle is patient. It will and can wait. At the same time, a puzzle offers brief satisfactions; micro successes that keep inviting you back to try to place a couple more pieces. A puzzle doesn’t judge you; doesn’t shame you for taking so long. A puzzle is forgiving and that feels about right for now.