So it's the last day of July.  And it's official:  I'm behind on Pegasus.  Pegasus the Cow.  Pegasus the Cow who briefly surfaced from the ravine a week or ten days ago or something, spent about a day pirouetting on the edge and . . . I think she took a good look around, like a ground hog on Ground Hog Day, said, Ewwww, what is this?* and swandived back into the ravine again.  It's dark and muddy down here and I can't see where I'm going.  And the mooing echoes unhelpfully.

            Behindnes