I read a book earlier this year in which the three members of a family get three copies of the Sunday NYT delivered so they don't have to share the magazine. Here we split the puzzles. KenKens are mine; Elwood gets Puns & Anagrams. Whoever gets there first does the small word puzzle.
Most of the time if there's an acrostic I save it for him, but this morning he was in Florida with Joe, buying his own Times. I squinted at "skills displayed by funambulists" for a few minutes, and I wondered if he was also saying to himself, "The definition of that word is somewhere inside my head, but there is a lot of other stuff piled on top of it." I didn't actually draw hearts around the word "tachyon" as I thought about my former-physicist husband, but I might as well have. I wondered if he was thinking about me, too-- trying to remember which Girl Scout cookie is the shortbread one and what Dumbledore's specialty might be. (He still has no cell phone, here in the year of Our Lord 2018, which is why I was speculating rather than texting him.)
Today's acrostic turns out to be a quote about bradypus torquatus, a variety of three-toed sloth that "looks uncannily like a coconut with a mullet." This is a weird source for wistful romantic thoughts, but there you go. I miss him. I might have to go do the 8x8 KenKen to take the edge off.
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