It's always so frustrating, trying to get my fingers to do what my mind wants. I can see the jigsaw puzzle piece with the yellow flower. A perfect fit for the bit I'd spent the past two hours putting together.
My fingers just can't grasp it, I try and try but to be honest I'm tired. I only have a few good hours a day and even though the jigsaws make me feel better, I just cant. Pushing the board away with my knuckles, Joan doesn't ask anymore. She dutifully picks up the tray and places it on the side board. Just out of sight.
Maybe tomorrow I'll get it done.
Maybe, but right now I'm going to rest my eyes.
My hands contract, the muscles worn out. I curl involuntarily into a hunched ball in my chair the heat from the fire soothing my soul. Tomorrow will be better.
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