The situation ashore having become intolerable, I am flying to Chicago tomorrow.
If you have been here a while, you know I disdain hyperbole. ‘Intolerable’ is ‘intolerable’.
I have been sleeping on GANNET, but the Great Cabin is too hot now during the day, so I come up to the war zone for the air conditioning.
No work has been done here for four weeks yesterday.
This morning before walking up I prepared GANNET for my absence. Last time I left the jib on the furling gear, but now in the hurricane season I lowered it and, with difficulty, stowed it on the v-berth. That is one stiff sail.
I don’t know when I will return.
