I'm eating tuna (lemon and ginger flavour) straight from the tin. Gross. It's a cute mini size can with a ring-pull top and now that I'm over the sensation of eating cat food, it tastes rebellious and rather nice. Cuppa soup coming up. Yes, seriously. A subtropical front is blowing through at 100 miles an hour and while temperatures may be in the low 20s, it feels cold. Soup called for.
Today in the Bay: Jeff, our printer, has been stabbed in the thigh by a marlin; flights to London in July cost over $2700; only English people park their boats in bumpy places during storms (idiots); I am experiencing the return of the dreadlocks; tomorrow morning it is Mia's birthday party (she turns 3) with about 11 children and I am looking forward to it.
Wonders never cease, apparently.
Oh, and it'll take more than a bit of wind and rain for them to cancel racing tonight...hell yes, sailing will be ON. Damn damn damn.
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