At sea 2 days out of Los Angeles: The month-long cruise is almost over, which could be sad but isn’t. Yesterday the at-sea Internet died which made us aware of the extent to which we’d come to rely on it for ... call it “entertainment” although at least in my case much of what I do is factual, not foolishness.
I’m ready to get ashore and get on with the process of reclaiming our smoky home. We finally managed to get our hands on a document which shows where we live in CA. We will likely need it to get to our house which is still in an evacuation area, protected we’re told by national guard troops and roadblocks against looters.
Cruising eastward across the Pacific has meant setting the clocks ahead an hour just about every other day. It turns out so many 23 hour days in quick succession generates something not unlike jet lag.
I find, in the absence of a reason to get up earlier, I’m getting asleep later and waking up later than I normally would. Arrival morning on Sunday in LA will put an end to that, we have an early disembarkation time as our flight takes off just before noon.
Later ... They got the Internet fixed, even though it is slow it’s better than nothing.
