I am feeling a bit calmer today (knock on wood). “I am at the cabin. I am at the cabin. I am at the cabin.” Lather, rinse, repeat.

I did not sleep all that well last night. I mean I slept mostly through the night but woke up at 4:45 or whatever and never did totally fall back to sleep, not even into (the sometimes dreaded) REM sleep. Was it raining? I could not exactly tell. Okay, so… I got up to use the Water Closet. Did I bother to walk the 5-10 steps into the kitchen and out to the back door and turn on the back deck light to LOOK and see if it was raining? No, I did not. I trundled back to my little cot and checked out various weather apps. It was not raining. Except it actually was because then I could hear it and it was wet along the edges of the deck when I did eventually dredge myself out of bed. BTW: I sleep pretty well in general but when I do have one of those Batscope Hour nights, I long ago learned to just roll with it. If I don’t get a full night’s sleep, the next day is pretty much the same as the days *after* a good sleep.

And at this time of year on the moominbeach, 4:30 AM is not really a Batscope Hour because by about 5:00 AM, the seagulls are calling out at the island and the sky is getting light. A month from now, the seagulls will be gone and it’ll still be dark at that time.

On my lunch break today, I looked at Marine Traffic and saw that the FANCY cruise ship Viking Octantis was upbound from the locks. I managed to get down to the beach to get this pic.

When I was a tween and young teenager, we used to water-ski in our bay. A few of our parents had speedboats that could pull water-skiers (not my parents though). Once I was recruited as a “spotter” in “Toot juniors” bote. The spotter’s job is to let the bote driver know if the skier falls so they can be rescued. On that trip, the bote driver (Toot) had his head turned totally backward to watch the skier (my job) with a huge smile on his face. Meanwhile, we were heading straight to the island at high speed. Absolutely terrifying! We’re gonna hit the island!

Somehow we didn’t but I think I refused to spot in Toot’s bote ever again.

P.S. “Toot” is “Otto” inside out and Toot/Otto was a fellow Veteran Greenhorn with my dad.

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