Sweaty boot rash

I've got it. Possibly because my feet are constantly covered in sea gristle and sand. I love living here in the summer. It's like being on vacation, except that I work at least six shifts a week. I feel lucky. People are out and about. Cold beers are sweeter and sleeping with all the windows open is practically required.

The Season of Lobster is off to a terrific start. I've peed in the ocean twice and finished Stephen King's Misery. I can truly say that Kathy Bates was the perfect choice for the movie version of Annie Wilkes, but King's written description of her calls to mind the experience of swallowing pork fat with a glass of whole milk.

Tom Robbins and I are back together. I can only handle him in small doses, although he's the kind of writer I'd love to be. Last night I reached the halfway point in Skinny Legs and All and thought, Would Jesus lick these pages or what?