I’m not doing anything fancy. After supper I used to park on the couch with a bag of tortilla chips and half-watch whatever. Around tax season I dragged an old card table into the living room and started a 1,000-piece puzzle of the county fairgrounds. Now I stand there for 20 minutes before I even think about the kitchen. Last Tuesday I finished the ferris wheel section and forgot the chips were even in the cabinet. My husband says I’m eighty going on twelve, but it’s cheap and my pharmacy tech noticed my refill schedule hasn’t changed. Insurance still sends me letters that look like tax forms, so I just file them. Anyway, what little thing has your hands busy when the evening munchies usually show up?