Doing the Barf-trot

Jerry needs to know something. Mel does NOT like wooden roller coasters. Too jerky. The seas are still reminiscent of a roller coaster today. Side side, up down, side side side SLIDE doowwnn. Repeat. Actually, writing this Mel realized that Jerry isn’t riding a coaster; he’s dancing to his mast pumping! Let’s call this dance a—“barf-trot”.

Fortunately, after over 30 years of being a passenger in Greg’s car, when things get spicy, Mel’s abdomen knows what part to tighten just the right amount to avoid sliding into the sea.

Not much else going on. Good! Today is Mel’s birthday. She looked for birthday dolphins and rainbows today and came up dry, so she mentally moved her birthday to the next time she sees a dolphin. Now that is taking charge of the situation! She is in control!

We are still making a little over 8 knots. Wind moved to the beam, 88 degrees port tack (trade winds!) Less wind at 15-16 knots apparent, and seas are now 5-7 ft instead of 6-9. 247 nm to waypoint.

Dinner: Air fryer chicken strips and Alka-Seltzer.
Entertainment: Mel listened to a 99percent Invisible podcast on joke writing and bought the book on Kindle — Joke Farming by Elliot Kalan. She is binging the pure soapy escapism called Palm Royale on Apple TV right now. Now THAT show delightfully takes your mind off the barf-trot!