Entertainment Is Where You Find It

I like the loud pops and creaks and crashes that come from our warehouse whenever there's a light breeze. Or a light breeze in the next county. Or a large insect flying anywhere within about a quarter mile.

There's a nice thunderstorm coming through right now, and it's brought things down to about 85 or so, according to the aft deck thermometer. Katie thinks it's hot. I say, down from this afternoon's heat index of 105 or so, it's okay by me.

Of course, as soon as our distinguished visitors leave again tomorrow, the A/C goes off again. On Sunday it was 103 on the pantry thermometer, and the pantry was cooler than the dining room. Much more of this and i'll be standing watch the way two certain motormen did once, a few outreaches back...'nuff said.

We're all officially certified Caribbean Mercy deckhands now that everyone's gone through the deck orientation. There was an engine room orientation as well, with about twenty-five different things to check (once an hour, every hour, all night), but the main actions on our part in any given situation, as best we can tell, consist of two steps:

1) Silence the alarm
2) Call Ciaran's cell phone in Texas.

Check back here in a few weeks. There ought to be some interesting stories out of that.