High Seas

While I slept (fitfully, dreaming of the 4P's of marketing and space debris mitigation methods), apparently my old boat decided to go for a sail without me in a hurricane (or is that "typhoon" on the west coast?).

Check out the report from one of my old neighbours - my boat is Midnite Cafe - the shredded sail on the left would be the remains of my genoa.

Thank goodness for insurance. This used to be how I would spend some of my fall evenings - asleep with one eye open as halyards clanged overhead and the sound of a freight train running in across Lost Lagoon from the westerly-funneling Strait of Georgia - pacing the docks and retying lines at 2AM. But never in 20 years was it my own line that parted or sail that unfurled.

On the bright side, the same neighbour has finally quoted on sprucing her up for sale <sic>. I left town so fast, it probably looks like a typhoon went through the cabin as well.

Up to my neck in notes for exams tomorrow and Wednesday - annual Christmas letter to follow, if a bit late.