A Room of One's Own (For the Men Too)

Greetings residents of Blogopolis (now named one of the top ten places to raise a family by Midwest living), tis' I, Sir Donald. I hope that you are all enjoying the rise of mercury levels in the thermometers and in the albacore tuna harvests. I have been spending my days away from the heat and inside my Sudoku lair, if you haven't built one than I suggest you indulge. It is quite simple to construct your own. Any sort of seating device will do, (e.g. recliner, stool, those hand chairs.) I myself have fashioned a stool that doubles as a saddle that I took from my trusty horse Mortimer. I have included a picture of fair Mortimer, enjoy. I snapped this picture before our race across the windswept dunes of southern Algeria against that bastard of a horse Hidalgo. Anywho, back to the Sudoku lair, ambience is key to any sort of solitary quarters, and I like to dust the phonograph off and take some Allen Ginsberg beat recordings for a spin. Nothing says number puzzles quite like Ginsberg's "Howl". In addition to some audio I always like adding some pictures for visual stimulant. Something to look at when you're stuck on a Level 2 Sudoku puzzle. I know some people that have pictures of friends and family in their lair, or a self-portrait of them fighting a bear, but I have opted for a single picture of President Lyndon Baines Johnson defecating into a toilet in the bathroom of the oval office. He used to leave the door open and hold meetings while he was on "The Throne" to intimidate his cabinet. That puts meet at relative ease. These are merely suggestions for your puzzle palace, and feel free to get creative with your Sudoku room, remember, number puzzles were not meant to be shared, it is a very private act.
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