Robyn Hitchcock, “Railway Shoes”
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I dunno why, but that line’s been lodged in my head all day and can probably be applied to my ADD-fueled existence on a number of levels.

Regardless, I just launched the last piece of today’s assignment across the internet—thankful for my extra three hours of worktime courtesy of the Pacific Time Zone—and now I’m settling in to finish my dog-eared copy of Jaws.

Yes, that Jaws, Peter Benchley’s Jaws.  I started reading it at the beach because nothing is more comforting than dipping your feet in the ocean while you tear through endless paragraphs about a devil fish.