Non delivery sailing…
Sage words from my training in Bangor. It’s a metaphor as much as it is the truth!
The plus side of a Bangor run is basking in the company of two Paine women. No, they no longer carry that surname, but they are my kin, Paine kin, and I love them.
Now I decompress from a pleasant (albeit asphalt of course) sail back DownEast on 9 after a bread and sushi shop (the Borealis bread will freeze well, an advantage of sourdough, as the bread here in Machias ain’t nothin’ special) as the pattern on the roof picks up.
No major projects today, unless listening to the rain and processing this transition counts…
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