But I can't say I've missed them. The day before yesterday I went out front and chipped ice off the pavement with a garden spade and yesterday I spent several hours leaning over a jigsaw puzzle, so I've got a full complement of aches and pains, but I don't believe they're any worse than usual.
Jigsaws are wholly absorbing. Addictive, even. This latest one is a picture of a steam train. Ruth saw me through the window, bending over it, totally fixated- lit by a single angle-poise- and said I looked like Scrooge.