I experience semi-regular bouts of insomnia, and classic TV seems to be the cure. There's something comforting about watching characters and storylines I grew up with -- they're like old friends. Lately, I've been rewatching (for the eleventy billionth time) episodes of The Golden Girls. Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sophia are my late night buddies -- all that's missing is the cheesecake.
I've always enjoyed jigsaw puzzles, but found myself annoyed when I couldn't complete one in a single sitting. Plus, if there were sections similar in color or texture, I'd kinda lose my damn mind. So naturally, I took on a 550-piece puzzle of edge-to-edge Lake Superior agates. All agates, all the time. This puzzle featured nothing but a photo of rocks piled up alongside one another, applied to cardboard, and cut into tiny pieces that looked like colorful toddler choking-hazards.