Run rabid run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down, it’s time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
— roger waters
My ailing foot appears to have gone rabid.
I always wondered what the Pink Floyd lyrics were about. Now I know.
On the bright side, maybe it’s a lucky rabid foot.