[Btw, someone (hi, Penfold!) has expressed what seems to be puzzlement at my recent "devilish" behavior in some parts of the blogworld. Devilish is too mild a term for what I can be, ohh, you have no idea. I've always been, but I don't show it to everybody all the time.]
I was going to post about a recent dream I had, one that involved talking with an archangel; soaring through the air care of said archangel (who lifted his burden in much the same way a stork carries a babe); ice cold tears; very, very turgid
On second thought, I don't think I should. Some of you guys are frighteningly accurate when it comes to dream interpretation. I don't want to find out that I have a hidden desire for the Archangel. It would feel too much like betrayal of my favorite male X-Men character: Wolverine. Bad boy attitude. Adamantium. Mmmmmm.
The Archangel's feathers look nice, though. You could stuff quite a few pillows with those.