6 Down, Smurf-colored. 14 Down, Inuit's ride.

I wanted to begin this post “I was just filling in the Wednesday crossword when it occurred to me,” but it is useless. Nothing occurred to me while I was filling in the crossword. I often go days without anything occurring to me. “With which known substance will I now compose this sandwich?” “Better six feet under than one house over.” “Will man reach the headwaters of the Congo in my lifetime?” These are the sort of perplexities I consider, and nothing more.

I say, what do you think of puffins? For lo, they are sea birds.