It has been 20 days since we have left New Haven.  I really only realized this fact after writing the date. It doesn’t feel like 20 days. But then again what does 20 days feel like anyway? Time can act strangely when on a boat. The hours can sometimes seem endless when it is cold, rainy, windy, dark, and exhaustion and discomfort are setting in, or when tied up to a foggy dock in Sambro, NS awaiting a back up pump.

On the other hand a short three-hour nap after the mid-watch, where brain and body plunges into its deepest levels of rest and recharge, can seem epic. While the days can some times seem to creep along the weeks pass with a quickened pace. A lot of it has to do with keeping odd hours through the night. The boundaries of a “day” become unclear with days blurring together. Very rarely is there and opportunity to sleep through the night. The sense of waking the next morning to a new day is lost when you are awake at three a.m. and go to sleep after lunch.

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