After finishing a Saturday
NY Times crossword puzzle--the hardest of the week--I realized why I find crossword puzzles so satisfying:
the opportunity to be perfect. I entered the final word, and there it was: done, correct, my neat little printing filling the neat little boxes, each letter in its right home.
Pretty much everything else in life is annoyingly squishy. Work, writing, exercise, eating, dealing with people--none of them offer simple perfection.
But crossword puzzles do.
It's a beautiful thing.