Mebbie it is the concussion talking, but it turned out to be a lovely afternoon. Pip fixed the belt prob (OK, not fully but the engine is good and now we just need to fix the alternator fan, but luckily we have another alternator so can generate power in the meantime) and we grabbed a mooring – all before 1:30. We celebrated by jumping in the water – finally a warm day – mixing a batch of pineapple margaritas and chillaxin in the sun. Some rogue swans came by to beg, and because Pooks decided he was a gangsta and would chase them off with his amazing hissing skilz (which they answered with even more intimidating hisses), we had to do the Numfar dance of shame to scare them off.

Yes, I was the one with the slight concussion, from whacking my head against the companionway hatch when a particulaly string swell hit yesterday. Following seas my ass! Give me nice, predictable waves on the bow anyday over the vomitous, roly poly following seas. All is fine, though I was bummed to miss an afternoon nap and have a raging headache all day, I am in tip too condition today. All typos are the result of thumb composing on a Kindle and not a traumatic brain injury.