Shore Leave.

The last three days, were. Don't remember much about them. Woke up, ate, sometimes went out, then...nothing for hours, until I woke up again. I think the humidity may have snarled up the blood change somewhat. It's calmed down now, I've got a less worse pitch to enjoy until early July, when I'll do it all again. I will keep doing it until my odds of disaster are so high that I have no choice but to  stop and try something else. Maybe they will have cured MS by then. They keep saying they've just about cracked it. Chinny reckon! You  still have not  a fucking clue.
I'll enjoy my time on the near normal shore while I can, then figure something else out.