The night McMister and I met, The New York Times crossword puzzle somehow got into the conversation. He told me his grandmother used to do it every day, and I told him it was one of my favorite pastimes.
*Very important note: I have never finished a Sunday edition one. Monday ones I can finish in about 20 minutes, but they get harder as the week goes on.
Either way, he was charmed by the connection and used to smile every time he caught me doing one.
Well, how old is Gracie? She'll be 3 this week. So I know for a fact I haven't done one in three years. On Saturday, he and his mom took the girls to dinner because I had to go to our neighborhood homeowners association meeting. I had a half-hour break between the time they left and the time I had to be there, and Gracie had found this old NYT crossword calendar in our entryway desk earlier that day.
Curious if I still had the brainpower to complete it after three years of... well, not the same kind of brain-work, I sat down to try. To my delight, I was still able to finish it in about 20 minutes. (See, the date. Monday!)
I snapped this pic and sent it to him right away. More than the accomplished feeling of actually doing it (and completing something... anything... all in one sitting), it felt so nice to do something for myself that had no positive impact on the family or the household at all. I spent 20 minutes on myself, and only myself, and it felt good.