After catching the weather guy I made an attempt to clean up some of the accumulated mess the weasels and I had made since Amy left. I put in a solid 15 minutes of effort before calling it a day. After working so hard, the crew and I split two breakfast grilled cheesies and I chased them down with a percocet before we went back to bed. All this by 9 am.

Around noon Bruce on Different Drummer came by to pick up some software I had copied for him onto his external drive. He hung out for a few minutes before heading back across the harbour and then I retired to my state room and pretended to read a book. Mostly I just looked at the pictures and then fell back to sleep.

By dinner time I pried myself out of bed long enough to eat some leftovers from two nights ago. Another percocet washed down with some whiskey and the weasels and I called it a day. How lame am I?

Tomorrow Amy returns.