I like to work the crossword puzzle while I eat breakfast. Their level of difficulty increases through the week. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I usually manage to finish them without looking up anything. Thursday’s crossword is noticeably more difficult for me. By Friday, I realize I am not smarter than a 5th grader.

Saturday finds me definitely dumber than a rock. If there is not a clue to which the answer is “Oreo” or “Eft,” then I an sunk. Sunday’s puzzle is up in the air: I might know some of the answers, most of the answers, or hardly any of the answers.