Some days, I feel like my life needs to be expressed in Tweets; as though Twitter’s tiny snapshots are the only thing that could capture how ridiculous and non sequitur my life so often is.

I went to the shore head today. Of the two bathrooms we can use on land, one had no lights, one had a mutilated dead pigeon on the floor and neither had toilet paper.

I spent my afternoon elbow deep in Vaseline, cleaning out 19 containers of petroleum jelly.

I spent my morning patching the main and sewing the main throat back together.

In the middle, I made tuna melts for lunch, because I was the replacement cook for the day.

I made pizza totally from scratch for the first time today.

“Cook on a schooner while underway” officially checked off my Bucket List.

I got a box to mail my books, socks, and other things I can do without home. It’s amazing how much will fit into a tiny box. And how few books I have. And how rarely I wear socks.