I get this odd urge, every now and then, to fully immerse myself in doing a jigsaw puzzle. When the urge presents itself I take over the dining room table with whatever 2500 piece monster I can get my hands on and spend days devoting every possible moment to sorting, matching and puzzling over it. I think only of the puzzle. When I am cooking, driving the car, standing in the shower, I am thinking about the puzzle. I stay up insanely late, working the puzzle. And then the puzzle is complete and the spell snaps and I am myself again. It happens maybe a couple times a year.
I have three of these former obsession puzzles sitting around, with all the pieces -- since I wouldn't do that to a fellow jigsaw puzzler, knowingly present them with a puzzle maddeningly missing one or more of its parts -- but despite my fierce temporary dedication to each of them they mean nothing to me new.
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