And now for the downside of living on a boat. All day long we've had about 30 knot winds, first from the south then switching to easterly and finally all the way around to northerly, stirring up the water unbelievably. The turbulent water makes one look like a drunk when walking on the boat.

Charlie, he of the sensitive stomach, vanished to the mall and movies for the afternoon. I stayed aboard and watched one of my Netflix rentals. For those of you who might wonder why we spent a Sunday apart, please consider that we spend, on average, almost the entire 24 hours of every day together, so an afternoon apart is a necessity for me to retain my sanity.

I also need to fill our water tanks but that will have to wait until the winds die down tomorrow. even keep our cat, Sunny (short for Sunshine) that I rescued from the desert around the marina in Curacao a year and a half ago, inside for the day so I won't have to worry about the possibility of her falling off the boat.

She did fall off the boat the last time she tried to leap from the boat to the dock, effectively ending her wanderlust. Fortunately, she swam around to the aft steps where I fished her out. She was fine, if a bit traumatized. We used the occasion as an opportunity to give her a much-needed flea bath so the episode had a relatively happy ending.

From the high seas of the St. Johns River: stay safe, stay aware.