A little bit of unforeseen.

Yesterday when Ron was doing some engine maintenance, he found that the engine wouldn't start. He traced it to the starter motor, and we learned last night that it was fried. We learned this morning that a new one can't be flown in until Tuesday.

We are thankful we're at a dock and not in some remote anchorage up the coast.

And oh yes, we are also thankful for Gus' pub and the TV screens and the fact that it's Stanley Cup time AND NBA playoff time AND the French Open.

It's gonna be okay ...