So last Christmas I bought a jigsaw puzzle for my family. It was fun—a nice center point where we could gather and chat.
I do that almost every year, but after this holiday was over, I bought another puzzle. Then a couple more. Then half a dozen. I spent about a month tucking puzzles into our closets and shelves like some kind of manic, jigsaw-obsessed squirrel.
Then, of course, it happened. You know what I mean. THE APOCALYPSE.
About a week into the national lockdown, I got a random email from someone in a nearby neighborhood association. The writer was looking for [...]