Lighthouse Restaurant, Crew's Inn

October 17

Shoe-horned perhaps an hour's work into yesterday between the more critical socializing. Night Hawk, Bristol Rose and Slow Mocean are also enjoying the warm and humid hospitality of Trinidad.

After abusing box-o-cabernet last night, having it return the favor this morning and not wanting to either work or watch anyone else do so, strolled slowly around to Lighthouse restaurant at Crew's Inn for breakfast. It's one of few businesses open today as most Christians, Jews, Muslims and Atheists are taking off to celebrate the Hindu holiday of Diwalli, a festival of lights. Ecumenism is so heartwarming. (Upon reflection, that crack sounds a bit harsh, but is in no way an indictment of getting along with those who disagree with you and are therefore horribly wrong. Umm... did that help?)

AC crapped out last night making the boat a simmering oven this afternoon. Someone may come tomorrow to attempt repairs, or not. After relocating the extension cord, repairing two dangerously wired plugs and confirming that sufficient voltage is arriving at the unit, she still don't do her thing. Poo!

Should probably do something productive tomorrow, so sleep might now be an appropriate activity. Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Jack