I will be brief about this, because it is the sort of thing one is meant to be brief about. Lately, certain things that used to arrive without being asked have simply stopped arriving. No announcement. No notice. Just a quiet, administrative absence, as if a department had closed and not told me.
I had, more or less, made my peace with it. One does. You decide it was a phase, file it under concluded, and get on with the washing.
Then there is the Flick. It does two things at once — a flicking tongue and a vibrating shaft, independently — and I will not elaborate, as this is a review and not a disclosure. What I will say is that two things at once is harder to ignore than one. The department, it turns out, had not closed. It was merely waiting for a better memo.
