We hunt for runaway pieces from the jigsaw puzzle. We look under the table and in the deceptive gaps in the sofa. We looked in our pockets, even.

The dinosaur family was missing half a member. What I would like to imagine was the mother was also missing a tail. They didn't look pleased. I suggested that they would look that way even without the missing half of their offspring. But the other members of the jigsaw solving team were get antsy. We walked around the house looking for the missing cogs in the big machine, but they were remained in hiding.

In the end, we put together another puzzle, Spiderman, this time and everyone had their share of having accomplished something on a very non-productive Saturday. At the bottom of the last chip of the sky behind Spiderman, we found the murky green tail and the grotesque dinosaur feet hiding.
People cheered and sighed with relief. It was all very high strung.

We then drank some warm apple juice. Then we slept, because we had nothing else to do.