God, it was cold getting up this morning. The weather must be down around freezing. Took a while to get out from underneath the covers. A sheet, blanket, heavy comforter. Now I know what the cavemen must have felt like crawling out from underneath all the hides. The dock was so cold it had iced up, almost fell down going up the ramp. Wouldn't that have been nice, going into the water. Actually, the water is a lot warmer than the air. At least the water is up in the 70s.
Sitting here drinking coffee. The hot cup in my hand feels good and the water warms my stomach. What to do today? I have been reading a book called "The Shipping News." Sort of a day in the life kind of book, rambles along but keeps your attention. Probably should do something exciting today but can't think of what it will be. My hands are cold tapping on this keyboard. One of these days I am going to build a fiberglass fuel tank and get some of the jerry cans off the deck. But not today, too cold. I laugh when I think that I would never live on a boat in San Diego, to cold. What the hell am I doing here? Yes, I know, the power of a woman. But, February 1st I am out of here. I keep telling myself and everyone else. Then it will be a matter of pride and ego. I will have to leave.
I know, I will take a long walk over to the beach and up to the UDT-Seal museum. That should keep me busy for a couple hours and give me some exercise. I think about all the days I spent lounging on the boat in some warm, lovely cove. Oh well, those days will come again.
Amazing how simple life has become. I love it.
And, I don't have to go to work. Enjoy!