I'm a tropical womanTwo nights ago we had another stormy night at the docks (not as bad as the last one). Remember, Westerly wind = blowing right into Victoria Harbor. Both Carol and I woke up grumpy, lacking sleep, and questioning our sanity.
I think the trip to Bahrain screwed up my internal thermostat. It is convinced that I'm a tropical woman.
We have two space heaters on at the dock and sometimes a diesel heater as well. And baking (i.e., lighting the nice hot oven) is suddenly sounding attractive.
Can you sail South in December?
Just kidding...mostly. El winter, el sucko.