I find myself more and more in the military mindset, just out of some
long past habits. I don’t know if it is the off-sea-green paint used
on everything below decks, the uniforms, the sight of officers in
epaulets, or what. I sleep on the top bunk in the cabin, refer to it as
my “rack”, and of course it lies against the “bulkhead”. Every morning
I make it, smoothing out the wrinkles, as though some officer would be
inspecting it. Ok, I am not so far gone as to worry about military
folds on the blanket, but it is the thought that counts.
It has been three days since the last entry. I could have
actually written yesterday, (I had most of it off). We were in
Falmouth, Jamaica for the day. For some odd reason I had several
large, several hours long, breaks in my schedule. I could have got off
the ship, but decided I have plenty of time to visit Jamaica and stayed
in to organize the cabin and finally pack my stuff away. There just
simply hasn’t been time.
After a couple hours of this, and getting everything
“squared away” to my satisfaction, I created my wifi ship account for
internet access. Only problem is I can’t seem to make it work. Spent
several hours at it though. I’m not worried, I have plenty of time to
figure it out.
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