I was trying to reach down and grab it, but misjudged how far over I was leaning- and in I went. Man overboard. So... on the first weekend of spring, PERSEPHONE knocked away our life preserver, and I went overboard. pyr8queen was too busy tying the boat down again to help, so she grabbed my cell phone while I moved around to the dinghy and wallowed my way up into it. I can't believe how out of shape I've gotten, and just how cold that water was. My cell phone, a spiffy iPhone, utterly dead.
I'm extremely annoyed and, as a result of reading "On Stranger Tides" afraid of the symbolic significance of having my life preserver and communications gear destroyed by a brush with Persephone. Not to mention severely PUT OUT that there's no way to insure an iPhone, and I may just be out of luck and have to buy a replacement at full price. Just thinking about it is making me furious, actually.
The rest of the trip was less eventful but also not delightful - mold on the boat made allergies and asthma act up tremendously and I spent the night and morning either wheezing and sleepless or drugged out of my mind on benadryl. Lest I seem to ungrateful a wretch, I remind you - what I'm saying here is that sailing across the Pacific to hang out on a luxurious island with a beautiful woman wasn't exactly perfect. Yeah, we should all be so lucky, right?
I saw a baby elephant seal, ravens, crows, gulls, cormorants, storm petrels, sea lions, dolphins, a golden retriever and a kind of gull that I haven't seen before that I need to identify.