Friday, January 23, 2009
When I came home from Bangor the other day I could see Benny looking out the front window. I knew he was on the table I had set up for my puzzle. My heart sank, knowing what must have happened . Sure enough, my half-done puzzle was all over the floor, broken almost completely apart and the pieces all over the room. Benny was still on the table, afraid to jump down because of the height and instability. I swept up the piees and put them back on the table, but I wonder if I have the heart to start again. Many of the pieces have most likely escaped the broom or were eaten by Patrick and Lytton, so there is no hope that it will be complete.