Inadvertently I have begun a quest to visit each city mentioned in the Randy Newman oeuvre. Earlier this week I returned from LA and this morning I fly to Miami. San Marco Island, close enough. And me with a hole in the butt of my bathing suit, dang!

I took Victoria to a kids' history thing at the library last night. While she was doing that, I looked at the new books and picked up A Boy Named Shel, which should have been great. I read the first third of it but I put it back before we left because the writing was so disappointing. A biography of Shel Silverstein should be fun to read, don't you think? I did have fun reading Joshua Ferris's Then We Came to the End. If you've never worked in an office, it might not appeal to you. Otherwise, go for it.