. . . . And there follows a Very Long Pause because, well, my brains are melting.  I dreamed about PEGASUS last night—not in a good way*–and lately as hellhounds and I pelt over the landscape, and I, of course, am busy worrying about some arcane plot lacuna**, I am occasionally surprised when I realise my companions are small, canine, and wingless.***  

            So maybe it's just as well I had to stop for a while this evening and go ring some bells for the Combined Bishops of Mauncester a...