The Calm Before the Grid There’s something oddly comforting about a fresh sudoku grid staring back at you — nine neat squares, all empty, full of potential and silent judgment. Whenever I open one, I feel like I’m about to negotiate peace between chaos and logic. It starts out peaceful enough: I sip...

The Calm Before the Grid There’s something oddly comforting about a fresh sudoku grid staring back at you — nine neat squares, all empty, full of potential and silent judgment. Whenever I open one, I feel like I’m about to negotiate peace between chaos and logic. It starts out peaceful enough: I sip...