Down in the dumps at the moment. Things are not going well. Despite my best efforts, work's not progressing at the pace it should or I had hoped for.
Who'll show up for work in the morning? A bit hit or miss at the moment; and there's only so much Brigitte and I can manage ourselves.

We 'lost' a day and a half to the weather last week, and going by current forecast, Monday's not looking great either. Tuesday the crew definitely won't show up for work. This means we've effectively only 4 or maybe 5 days left to get the job done. Some cork still has to be cut, other has already been cut but is still to be glued, caulked and sanded.
And we're out of time - no more extension's possible. I have to show up for work sometime. Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Brigitte and Yanni are going home tomorrow, leaving me to face the music one more week. They've been a comfort and support while they were here. It'll be doubly hard when they're gone. Meanwhile Evita soldiers on - alone - at home. In the middle of AS exams.

I never thought it would come to this, but I've started to dislike going to the boat. Day in, day out... working all hours.
And not even doing stuff I enjoy, but painting, fixing, rewiring... All stuff I hate with a vengeance. I bought a boat to go sailing, not for it to be a DIY project.
To top it all, engine problems. Current iron main only running on 3 of the 4 cylinders. Another reconditioning (this would be the third) is out of the question. Replacement...
We might - but I'm not holding my breath - get to sail some time this year. If only to move the boat from one shipyard to another.

Owning a boat has never been less fun than right now. I swear, she's trying to kill me. Stephen King, feel free to call regarding the book/movie rights.

Guapa consumes all. I think about her all day, every day. At night, I dream about her (nightmares). It's too much.
My gran turned 100 a week or so ago. Big party today - all the family there. Some people I haven't seen in over a decade. Guess what? We had to leave after only a few hours because we still had to paint parts of the coach roof. And, of course, that didn't go well either - paint spilt on deck, bruised shins, ...

Right now I feel like curling up in a corner somewhere with a bottle of something strong. Roll on oblivion.