Windoku

Sometimes a puzzle is less about what goes where, and more about what doesn’t go there.

The rain is gone! I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It’s going to be a bright, bright Sudoku day.

The azul sky out the windows puts on in the mind of a beach in Mexico. How many windows? Uno, dos, tres, quatro!

Not a commentary on computer operating systems at all.