Today I've been reading the Sunday papers and finding tidbits online. There's a random component to what I've selected to read in full—profiles, gossip, book reviews, blog entries, ads—yet I find there's also a purpose to it, beyond delaying getting dressed or walking the dogs.
"Casting a net" is the term you most often hear applied to what I seem to be doing. What actually comes to mind, though, is those dew-collectors the Fremen place around the desert plants in Frank Herbert's Dune.
I must admit to feeling like that parched desert planet, but it must be good that a watering program is underway.