This weekend, I'm sailing in the Queen's Cup. We sail Milwaukee-Grand Haven overnight, recover, and return. Last year, the race itself took 12 hours, and then the return trip... well, I think it ultimately clocked in around 16 hours. So this year? Same deal, but instead of recovering all day Saturday and having a real meal Saturday night... we'll be casting off around 4p on Saturday and returning by the light of the silvery moon.

The good: we dock in daylight AND have Sunday afternoon to recover.

The bad: it's kinda cold in the middle of the Lake. And by 'kinda', I mean 40s. Damp 40s. I'll be wearing multiple layers of fleece, insulated gear, and my cute purple ski-hat. (Yes, momma, I've got all my 'find me in the dark' gear as well)

This is not a tanning weekend, my friends.

I'll tell you all about it on Monday; hopefully I'll have fine motor control back by then and will be able to type!

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For those who care about such things: the batting slump is over. I hit the ball a couple of times, and think it can only get better from here. So, yay! (It was getting embarrassing and demoralizing there for a while...)

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