The house has not sold as yet, so there's no sense in packing up all the furniture and sending it off to the earth's four coners where it will live with family until our eventual return. Likewise, I've not started selling off all our non essential life items, such as extra AC-powered computers, stereo and TV equipment, bicycles and the all the other retinue and clutter of modern shore life. Good Omens is in Rhode Island until next month and I'm not scheduled to go back up there again until the end of February. There's not another boat show until mid February. September Song seems as though she may be sold, and we've not sailed her for four months, anyway.

So, what's there to do but complain that there's nothing to do. Obviously this isn't the case exactly, but it does feel so. Of course, once Good Omens is down here, the house is sold, and we're trying to disperse all our worldly goods to the ends of the earth, I'm sure I'll look on these as the salad days. How I will long for the simplicity and quietude of those few days in February when everything was calm and peaceful. I'll miss those slow news days.