the missing piece

After 10 days on the road, Knuckles and I arrived at our destination, finding my wife hovering over a large jigsaw puzzle, and nearly completed. Sandy had flown in 5 days earlier, where she was now, holed up in a remote cabin, waiting for the dog and I.

Yesterday, there was only one piece missing, but she seemed satisfied. Early this morning, I found that last piece under the table, blending in on top of a busy floral rug. I will leave the piece on the table top nearby, and mention that I couldn't get it to fit.  It should only take her a few seconds.