It's a new year, it's a new decade*, it's our nineteenth wedding anniversary, it's the middle of the night and I've just . . . finished PEGASUS. 

More or less.  Don't break out the champagne**.  I've got a short list of yanks and wallops I want to make before 5 pm Manhattan time tomorrow and I am not looking forward to seeing it back again covered in yellow sticky notes from the copyeditor in a few weeks but . . . yeah.  I turned the last page about an hour ago and have been trying to...