It’s Monday morning, and I guess some people still have jobs, because the anchorage emptied out completely.  We have the whole place to ourselves.  

Weather-wise, the day is pretty much a carbon copy of yesterday… a little cloudiness, lots of sun, and a gentle breeze.  What’s not to like?

One of the zincs on the starboard engine needed replacing, and, of course, it’s located in an almost inaccessible location.  But, Al managed to ooze his way back behind the engine and get the job done.  He was hating it.

I started a very weird book, called “Zebra”, by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi.  The book’s description, on Bookbub, advertised it as “A tragicomic picaresque”.  However, unless you have studied Nietzsche, Dante, and similar authors, which I haven’t, you might have the same problem I’m having finding the humor.  I keep reading, hoping to eventually get it.