So, “Mamma said there’d be days like this, Mamma said…” I am finished with days like this, rainy days. We are slowly crawling our way to the next anchorage. We have to motor more than we would like because of the non-cooperative, fickle wind. Motoring is loud and dull; kind of like a really long car ride from maybe New Jersey to Disneyland. We read, we clean, we snack, we read, we stream “Ted Lasso,” you get the idea. Rich commented that all the hours spent in museums would be equated into sailing hours; I get it now. No comment.

The Shirelles.