Departure Day? Daunting Day? Delusional Day? Defining Day? Drab Day?? Dubious Day? Decadent Day?
So D-day has finally arrived, like all long awaited days do. It snuck up playfully, and here it is. Ressie is bursting with STUFF. My cunning plan worked – Get Mike and Prue to figure out the boat provisioning needs. Basically, that means I have about 5X what Janice would think is necessary.
The process goes a bit like a couple of Middle Eastern states playing disproportionate response. Janice says “he needs 5 red onions”. Mike says “what, per week or day?” Prue says “you can never have enough red onions!”. Janice says, “ok, let’s get 10”. Mike writes down 20, but gets weak in the shop, and brings home 25. This not just a red onion story. I have a lot of limes. You know. A lot.
The weather forecast is shite, but right now I am sailing along at 8 knots with all the big white sails up. I am going to stop at Las Perlas tonight to regroup before setting out on the 4,000 nm non-stop part. That would be the Delusional and Daunting part.
Stand by for that.