Orange had warned that the Saturday puzzle might be extra-gnarly. She wasn't just whistlin' Dixie. Brendan Emmett Quigley doesn't know how to construct a puzzle that isn't difficult, but this time he outdid himself.
I stayed home sick today...my head is still foggy and my body aches. At this point in time, I have fewer than twenty answers in the grid, and nothing is making sense. I've Googled all I can, so I guess it's time to set it aside until morning.
If you've managed to finish this one, congratulations. If you're tearing your hair out, please share...I'd love to know I'm in good company.
[Update: I just spent the last hour drinking coffee with Don...so much more enjoyable than struggling with this puzzle. I just checked Donald's site...New York Times Crossword in Gothic...you can see the finished grid there and read his blog. I'm finished for today.]
...but I'll see you tomorrow ; )