I think that it was a mistake to assassinate Caesar in 44 BCE. The group should have waited for several more years, I think. Sigh.

When I was a kid, we used to carry around a toy puzzle called a sliding tile puzzle. It consisted of a flat plastic frame with eight numbered tiles set in a space of 3X3 or 9 locations, leaving one space for maneuvering. The object was to arrange the tiles in some ascending or descending order, but accomplishing that required moving every tile around, sometimes considerably out of sequence.

All this is a long way of describing life on a boat. EVERY SINGLE TASK IS LIKE THAT DAMN GAME! Want to use an item? Every item in the area must be unpacked in order to reach the item you wanted. We had the two solar panels on the portside saloon settee so that it would be out of the way of traffic. Where were my tools? Behind the panels, of course. I had to climb onto the settee and straddle the panels, then lean over to access the bin in which all of my tools lay. My friends, when those boxes of tools came out, they stayed out, much to the frustration of my dearly beloved. As a qualified owner of the "bugger gene", I live in squalor with a bit more comfort than does a non-owner.

We were supposed to move from Marina Palmira to Marina de La Paz today, but when Conni called, they innocently asked, "Did you leave a deposit?" No, assholes! No one asked! So, we got bathed and hurried all day so that we can stay here. Ah, well, estamos en Mexico!

Rather than immediately set back to work with the reprieve in moving, we came below to sulk in the shade. I drank a beer. After a suitably long time, we wandered to deck and put on the main sail and "lazy bag". Wings looks like a boat again! I had cleared the deck in preparation for the move, so we're really rather done for a while.

We've now made arrangement to stay in the marina for a few more days. Nice place, lovely, free showers and internet. Why not?