Waffles and Crosswords

Today was really lazy—gearing up for the week. We used to make pancakes on Sundays, before the Achilles incident. Today we actually took ourselves out to breakfast to Cafe Bernardo, where we had waffles (with pecan butter), spilled tea, and read the paper. We also managed a quick trip next door to Newsbeat, where I was able finally to browse all kinds of magazines I’ve been missing. I feel as though I’m emerging a bit from my cave.

A few weeks ago a friend brought over a book of Sunday crossword puzzles, “slightly easier than the New York Times.” She had suffered an injury herself a few years before and knew it was hard to concentrate on reading for hours at a stretch. I must confess to a new and sort of shameful addiction here. They’re easy enough almost to finish each one, and there are so many blank ones left I don’t feel pressure to finish anyway. Some of them are better than others; there are multiple authors. I’m definitely getting a sense of the personalities of the different authors by now.