Christmas is jigsaw time. The mind with its beliefs and expectations is powerful, and I appear to be carrying some subconscious mental baggage about completing jigsaws. It's not a conscious view, but since a few recent experiences with missing pieces, I seem to have internalized the belief that there will always be a missing piece. For the puzzle on the left, we found that piece under the coffee table. The other one has not turned up yet, and it leaves a glaring gap in the wall of the Chateau Frontenac. This is an affront to one of Canada's most venerable and impressive hotels.
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