Sorry for the lateness, but a nap got out of hand.
If you're headed to the beach anytime soon and looking for a decent read try Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach which was apparently a mini-fad unto itself back in the 70's. It has the essential element of all beach reads: it's light enough so that every couple of minutes you can put it down and look in wonder upon the place you happen to be.
Meanwhile, on New York Goes to Work, tension builds as new York is coming off of two straight no-pay jobs. Will this bitch get her rear in gear? Does the script call for it?? I can't wait dammit!