Jim retired early on our first night at Black Point. The sailing and planning have finally caught up with him so it was no suprise he needed the rest.
Nicky and I stayed up and played a heated game of gin but she lost her focus when she began to itch. Hives! We broke out the medical books and studied the problem; this made it worse with the graphic skin disorder pictures. I think her other arm inflamed after the medical information. Benadryl, and more cards until she became drowsy. Victory by attrition.
Just an aside to my teasing on the skin problem. Earlier, she had commented on what I might contract by swimming in the harbor. Earlier, she had stated I would be sick as a dog if I drank a corked bottle of wine Gene had left on the boat. I did both, and still beat her at cards. The captain missed it all.