Today's Daily Double is... fishing for nothing!

flat calm golden evening and work behaved itself, so i took the rod out to the end of the dock. caught nothing, not one damn fish. this was basically the plan.

here's the secret about fishing off your own dock: it's licensed staring. a man standing alone looking at the water for an hour is a concern, but give that same man a fishing rod and he's a sportsman. the rod is a permit. i spend all day watching dashboards that update every few seconds, then i come home to the one instrument on earth guaranteed to produce no data at all for hours. medicinal. a progress bar that never moves and never claims it will.

meanwhile a heron thirty feet away caught four fish in the hour i caught zero, and did not gloat, bc professionals don't. Lady sat with me the whole time doing her part, which is staring at the bait bucket like it owes her money. tide turned, light went, we both got dinner anyway.