Misery and Gin

 It's a Merle Haggard song.  Look it up.  It also describes me right now.  What an absolutely miserable day. The winds are blowing boats in the marina around like yo-yos.  You look down the line of boats and watch each one bounce forward and back, alternately stretching its bow and stern lines to the max.  Peregrine is slewing around like a drunken skater at the Old Timer's Tourney.  I've almost lost my footing numerous times.  Not to mention the hourly squalls with driving rain.

I know, you're saying, 'Dave, it can't be that bad.  You're tied up in a marina, FFS.'  Ok, here's how bad it is:  I'm not going to the bar tonight.  That's right.  Not going.  Staying put (sort of) and making spaghetti again.  Going to open one of the last bottles of cheap Shiraz from Savusavu. munch some Tasty cheese and make spag.  Then I'll put on Netflix...oh crap now the internet's sketchy.  

All this presumably is due to Kevin's backwash.  Kevin turned out to be a monster Cat 5 storm that thankfully missed us.  As you can see from the professionally enhanced graphic below, it appears there is more misery in store.  




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