As we motor sail along as we have done for the last 24 hours I remember requesting the most boring delivery weather from the forecasting service. They have done their best to accommodate and so we sit with 10-15kts of breeze pretty much dead astern. Both sails are poled out wing-on-wing and we getting pushed along by the engine and breeze at about 8kts. It is remarkably underwhelming given what we have come through to get here. So here�s what happens when the boat is sailing itself.

Food Happens. Lot�s of it. Kate cooks away and we each act surprised when she produces another bowl full of some yummy concoction of stuff I didn�t even know was on the boat. Between these caloric power sessions we focus our attention on the masses of comfort food on the boat. My particular weakness is a variety of processed gelatinous sugar items. Air-Heads, Wine Gums and other masses of gummy sugar stuff � don�t get me wrong I�ll happily dive into any bit of the 9 tonnes of chocolate on the boat when a crew member pulls it out and will augment my straight sugar habit with the odd Recees Peanut Butter cup (mini of course � let�s not get crazy!). Cookies, Crackers, Chips, Nuts, Rice Cakes, Granola Bars, a 7 gallon tub of Animal Crackers and Cheddar Cheese goldfish top the list of snackables. Not to worry it is all made ok by the bag of Clementines that we are gradually making our way through too. Gosh I need a snack � I think it is time for some popcorn!

Entertainment � Lot�s of Scrabble and other cerebral games, we read and do book reports on what we read, then we take turns every night reading poetry that we each wrote during the day. Then after the singalong we have a daily circle of compliments for our fellow crewmates and a group hug. Then my head fell off and I sewed it back on with dental floss�(hopefully you have a furrowed brow and wry smile because you just realized i was joking :) Actually it�s more like wake up make fun of each other, the odd game of solitaire and a minimum of 2 hours a day of the flat screen keeping our minds suitably mushed with seasons of Dexter, Weeds, Seinfeld and Flight of the Concords. There is lots of reading onboard and finally after nearly a month off I finally have time to get the guitar back out to practice. Somehow we manage to make the days go by and will most likely not want to get off the boat when we arrive�

Boat duties. Well today it took us 3 hours to decide who was going to go to the bow and set up the Genoa out on the pole. After careful consideration and proper committee meetings we all went. Tomorrow we will have a similar discussion on who will go empty the first of our fuel bladders into the forward fuel tank. This is expected to be another riveting discussion between snacks. And of course it is all a big buildup to my next Unilateral Declaration of Time Change as we advance an hour in the next day or so.

So that�s boat life on the other end of the spectrum. I honestly don�t miss the raucousness of low pressure systems or the seasickness inducing massive waves of the north Atlantic and will �touch-wood� that we will stay on this mellow track for the rest of the trip.

Today�s Trivia: What was the smallest margin the Tour De France has ever been won by?