Everyone's seen the Sunday night grimace on a face that says, "Tomorrow.... Is Monday.". The terrifically thrilling (or not...) 'don'tcha-wish-it-were-like-this-everyday' weekend hourglass is timing out and, before it can be noticed, the Monday morning alarm clock is sounding off a little too cheerfully for it to be sincere.

Most everyone, at some point, knows what I'm talking about whether it's from school or that 9-5 job you picked up that you just... well... dread.

At the moment Skipping Stone is anchored in Prickly Bay, Grenada. We've been here for a couple months now working on this and that (and sometimes, not at all...). Since setting sail to the USVI last October with Andrew, I think we can honestly say that "the Monday Dreads" have not come knocking.

Now, please, don't get me wrong. We, of course, have the days when we wake up and say, "Ugh, this is it, it has to be done. Today is the day we work on the sump pump.". You know the one (or can try to imagine it); the one placed in some ridiculously hard to reach cranny of the boat and all you can think is, "what were the boat designers thinking????".

Most days on the boat, we haven't got a clue what day of the week it is. It's also not terribly rare that Andrew (or I) have to think hard about what month it is ("Isn't it September? What do you mean, it's October??").

Today, however, I awoke early fully aware of the fact that it was Monday and was quite pleased. We had received notification that my new computer was indeed being held captive by FedEx on the island. So, we set out to pay its ransom (duty fees). First we zipped over to De Big Fish dingy dock and caught a bus to the bank (the ransom notice was steep...). Once we had cash in hand we climbed back into the dingy to run over to the other side of the bay where the infamous customs officers reside. Our plan was to renew our cruising permit and collect the C-14 form needed to save my computer from the clutches of FedEx. Of course, it is the West Indies, and we find out that we are five minutes too late and the officer has stepped out of his office for the next three hours of his five hour work day... "Come back around 3pm" says the guy who happens to be there. Naturally, FedEx (in St. George's) closes at 4pm. Like clockwork, we came traipsing back to the customs office at 3pm and managed to get our paperwork squared away and the essential C-14 form. We zoomed across the bay (once again), making good time, and managed to catch a bus to St. Georges in time to pay the Fedex ransom and successfully gain custody of the package (being held in a nice air conditioned room... my computer may be thinking now that "maybe life wasn't so bad in that box"). Despite my new laptops' (doubtlessly) conflicted feelings about its new home (surrounded by water?!?), I am completely smitten.

It was a good Monday.