My husband is cheating.
Oh, not in the way you might think. He’s taken to cheating on our shared crossword puzzles.
In the past several months since the USPS “retired” him and I’ve been working entirely from home, we’ve fallen into a little game: I start the Sunday crossword, go great guns with it until I’m stumped, and then he picks up the slack.
Often, we are able to finish them and we crow, flush with a sense of accomplishment, until the next one lands at the end of the driveway. (Cut us some slack; we are middle-aged, after all.)
Some of the puzzles are more challenging than others, and we find ourselves working on them throughout the week. Others fall together in short order.
I thought we were of the same minds on this — a fun way to exercise brain cells. The whole idea, after all, is to figure the clues out on your own.
And then last night I discovered only I enjoy the thrill and satisfaction of a puzzling through a perfectly placed series of letters.
With nary a bit of shame, Basil showed me a couple of apps he’d downloaded on the phone — Crossword Puzzle Helper and Crossword Solver or some equally heinous programs.
And then he proceeded to cheat his way through some of the sticky clues in our latest effort, gleefully calling out the answers I’d filled in wrong or hadn’t yet figured out.
I think I’ll do the puzzles by myself from now on.