I've felt recently that life does not contain enough intellectual rigour.
On a typical day, I rarely encounter much that requires me to rub more than a handful of brain cells together. I mean, do I walk to work or drive? Wear blue socks or black? Or order a Mighty Meaty pizza with jalapeños or a Pepperoni Passion with black olives? Or both? *
[ * I know, a total no-brainer.]
You see the problem. And it worries me. I don't want to lose my razor-keen mind; I may need it sometime.
Someone suggested that a white jigsaw might be the way to go. Have you seen those? One thousand similar-looking pieces, with no distinguishing features beyond edge pieces? I love jigsaws, have endless patience, and it would be a real brain-tickler of a challenge.
But no, I need more.
As you may know know, I'm an old hand at the Rubik's Cube. What could be more of a challenge than taking The Cube to the next level?
It's my own design, and I can't put it down.
I'm sticking close to the phone in case Parker Brothers call.
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