Our planned afternoon of work was interrupted by the arrival of a TROF, kinda like a tropical low that isn’t round or as strong. It blew 35-40 and gusted up above 45, so we spent two hours keeping watch and watching boats drag,the radio crackling with reports of dragging boats elsewhere as well. We held perfectly with the two anchors; although it was uncomfortable to have the wind on the side,at least we were bow into the high swell and chop,unlike everyone else who were rolling like mad. Since sewing was out of the question, as we had to be ready to drop everything and move if necessary, I threw together carrot cupcakes from one of the mixes we inherited from Emmy Kate last Thanksgiving. I haven’t made a cake from a box since I was a kid; they were shockingly tasty and easy. And good for tired and nervous sailors after the blow passed.