The call of nature, and habit, woke me this morning. I love going out on the veranda to see what the sunrise has to offer. It gives me a little shiver of pleasure to think I’m somewhere exotic and this special spot and time is mine to savor. What an opportunity to live in the moment.
This morning, I paid tribute to the moment and then the lure of the soft, cushy bed drew me back. We are all exhausted, and today is a day of recovery at sea. Yes, this will be a day of regeneration and get ready for Copenhagen tomorrow.
Last night, when Ellie was working me over in the gym, I had stupidly agreed to attend a 7 a.m. fitness class with her. Something about finding my core. I just wanted to find my bed. Fortunately, Ellie was zonked out and I “forgot” to wake her up. In fact, I slept until 9:30 a.m., which is very late for me. Ellie slept until almost 11 a.m., and I was more than happy to tiptoe around so she wouldn’t wake up.
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