I realize that this is meaningless to many, and that
there are those for whom it has meaning but will be
unimpressed (yes, Robin, that's you --ha!), but I just
did the Saturday crossword puzzle with nearly no help
from His Royal Highness the Puzzlemaster Paul.
And I did the Thursday puzzle entirely on my own!
Hee haw! It's a lonnnnngggg process, this retraining
of the brain to be able to think like a puzzle solver.
I began four years ago when I was completely in a fog
and the Language of Crosswords was completely alien,
at least in my shrinking brain. It's now my own little
daily addiction. On newsprint. From the soon-to-be
defunct Seattle Post Intelligencer. (Boooo hooooo.)
I think I should stage a funeral for the PI: speeches,
blessings, interment for the printed corpse, incense,
head-bowing, tears, lots of food, whiskey, vodka, etc.
Care to attend?