Week of PMS ended & I came back to life as of yesterday. I’ve been reading – – because the bad weather just won’t stop – – and thinking about spring.

I am spending evenings aboard the Worcester, a poorly built ship of the line. I find I really need a sailor nearby since I usually feel like Hyde, the lieutenant who can’t remember starboard from larboard & crashed the Ariel into the rocks. Tom might be rated able in his grasp of seaman terms, but I hate to keep asking & seem like a landsman.

Katie turned 6 Saturday and wore a pair of shoe skates around from Friday all the way through Sunday evening.