I bought my wife a double-sided jigsaw puzzle for Christmas. The same scene is printed on both sides, but rotated ninety degrees. So, from looking at a piece, you can’t immediately tell which way is up!
To me, it’s a recipe for frustration and futility. But Cissa calmly cleaned off a glass-topped table and found a hand mirror…
I swear, put this woman in a red wig and she’d be a Heinlein heroine! (And, from me, there is no higher praise…)
