I have deployed the sieve.
Yes, this is as ominous as it sounds. Shudder, if you please.
In an attempt not to be overtly wordy in my first Cozy Mystery, I have soldered a fine-meshed strainer to my head.
All sentences that pop out of the brain will automatically be cut down by half. Word choice becomes all-important when one is sieved, so I will flex my vocab muscles there.
However, the solder itches and I am annoyed.