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After learning what I do for a living, people often ask whether or not I get bored while at sea. I find the concept of boredom at sea so ridiculous as to be difficult to respond to. Of course I don't get bored. Yet, when I try to quantify the content of my days, I often find myself on the defensive, saying things such as, "Well, you have to understand, everything just takes longer to do when your in constant motion." While there is some truth in that defense, I can't escape the feeling that I should be able to more. Take today, for example: I got off watch at three this morning, and by the time I'd checked the weather and had a cup of tea, it was four and time to get some sleep. I awoke at ten thirty, with the luxurious feeling of having slept in, despite the fact that I'd only gone to bed a little over six hours earlier. I thought I'd use the time between now and lunch to blog and check the weather again. I'm really hoping for a shower, because as Mike pointed out, I "haven't changed my outfit since Falmouth." Then its watch until seven tonight, followed by dinner and dinner clean-up. After that, I'll probably try to read a little for the presentation that Lesandra and I are supposed to give, and, to be perfectly honest, fall asleep doing so, only to wake up at three to start all over again. In sum, I guess the answer to the boredom questions remains no, I find there is no time to be bored at sea, and yet, at the same time, there is no time to do much beyond the activities necessary to the ship's survival. In fact, this blog has taken longer than I thought, and it looks as though Mike is going to have to look at this outfit for at least one more day.
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