I won't lie to you, this will be short. It's 3:17pm on Saturday (i.e. only moments before this is scheduled to be sent) and the pink winter light is already slipping down the sky. I want to go running before darkness descends (I run a lot, to try and counterbalance all the hours I spend sitting down pencil in hand, like the true gargoyle that I am) and that means leaving soon; putting on enough reflective clothing to ensure that to oncoming automotives I look like a human glow stick. So I'll keep most thoughts close to my chest for now, and let you fill in any gaping holes.