Morning
I firmly believe that the final beer I had last night, at the Rib Shack, must have been “off”. I wasn’t feeling my best in the wee hours of the morning when I logged into my remote office for what promised to be a long day. And all I wanted was slow and quiet recovery day.
Noon
Somehow I managed to make it halfway through the workday, despite time having dilated and moving at a snail’s pace. I’ll just call it ethanol relativity.
I haven’t left the boat yet and have barely left my seat but feel like I’ve made some progress at work. I’m taking a short break to make a sandwich (I had to thaw out a hamburger bun in lieu of real bread). Then it is back to work for a hour to two.
Afternoon
The winds are coming out of the north, from Anguilla, and are creating a choppy anchorage. I hope that the direction will soon switch back to normal and make it somewhat calmer here. That’ll make the recovery day work a lot better.
Evening
I thought I’d try doing some cleaning work aboard after my work day. Despite being stone cold sober I was staggering around inside the boat due to the waves. Rather than risk falling or spilling cleaning fluid I decided to postpone this dangerous activity to the next day. All I accomplished was to get a burger patty out of the freezer and let it thaw.
A deeply impressive and inspiring speech, given by Admiral William McRaven to the University of Texas graduation class in 2014 comes to mind. This is one is often titled as the “Making your bed” speech. I won’t even begin to try to paraphrase it, but I’ll just state that my attention to detail in thawing out my dinner was quite satisfying. And yes, I do make my bed each morning, regardless of how miserable I might feel…