Suckage

IT has been a rough coupla days for me here in Pointe a Pitre. Pip is in DC taking care of bureaucratic bull,and I am alone on the boat. Now,those of you who know me well know that I am an extreme introvert who does not do well without other people around. I start to go wiggy after about 12 hrs without conversation. I thought maybe I ould befriend some other cruisers,but this place really is not a destination so there are few others here.

I have kept busy ripping out the broken solenoid and working on the dodger,and retained some level of sanity by watching too much TV. (To illustrate the depths of the crazy, I hav watched about a bazillion eps of the Gilmore Girls. Yeah.)

Anyhoo, the sanity through bad but comforting TV plan went awry when I dumped a full glass of rose on our spare computer yesterday. Today, Asus (which w have nicknamed Jesus because he teaches us Rosetta Stone Spanish) apparently made a deal with the devil as he compulsively types 666 over and over whenever I fire him up. Sigh. Mr. Mac is a the shop in DC because he died on the passage down from Bermuda. At least the Kindle still works . . . knock on teak.

What’s more,my tenant is leaving so even if we find somone else right away, we are out nearly a full month’ income for leasing fees. Luckily, we have been under spending so it isn’t a huge crisis. It just sucks.

Ifanyone feels like sending me an email updating me on the goings-on in your life, I sure could use the company.