The resident faculty left a photo of a toy outside the mail room this morning. It’s way too early for Christmas gift lists, so the staff hope this was only a clue…. (More)

“Okay, what is that?” the Professor of Astrology Janitor asked, looking at the photo left by the resident faculty as they made their way from the wine cellar mail room, where they spent the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”) to the hot tub faculty lounge for their weekly game where the underwear goes flying planning conference. “And was I muttering while I looked at that photo?”

“Not really,” Chef said, “but that weekly trope filled out the space beside the logo so I could bring out the decoder ring.”

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“True,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor agreed. “But my first question still stands. What is that?”

The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry as Chef scraped stray pecans into his bowl. “It’s a Twiddle. Apparently it’s a very popular fidget toy.”

“Very clever,” Chef said. “I should put it on my Christmas list.”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor cleared his throat. “Didn’t you read the introduction?”

“Umm,” Chef paused. “Actually I usually just start reading when we show up. Hold on.”

She looked up to the top of the page.

“Umm,” Chef said, “what if I put it on a list but I won’t tell anyone I’m making a Christmas list until, say, Thanksgiving?”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor looked at the Squirrel. The Squirrel looked at Pootie the Precious. Pootie the Precious looked at your lowly mail room clerk. We nodded.

Chef smiled. “Okay then. I’ll put it on the list that you don’t even know about.”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor chuckled. “Okay then. So now we know it’s a Twiddle, but what does that have to do with this week’s topic?”

The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry. “It means the resident faculty will twiddle their thumbs and let me write Mixed Nuts again, unless something inspires them to write a Morning Feature or two or three.”

“You sound hopeful,” Chef said.

“More wishful,” the Squirrel texted.

“So put it on your Christmas list,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “But don’t tell anyone until Thanksgiving.”

The Squirrel shrugged. “I kinda just did.”

Oops.

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