Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

Since I got the new boat, I've spent two 10-hour days mucking about, fixing it up.

I've rarely done something that's given my body so many unexplained bruises, scrapes and aches. Right now, I have about eight visible blemishes and five beneath-the-skin aches and have no idea how they were caused.

Maybe it happened after I rigged up two connected vice grips located two angles cramped up into the fiberglass-coated bilge beneath the cockpit --- then one of them slipped loose and fell, hitting my neck, barely missing my headlamp-strapped forehead.

And hauling two 62-pound 6 volt batteries on and off the boat from a slowly-deflating dinghy surely didn't help either.

Who knows.

But it's the kind of work that makes me feel great at the end of the day --- like I really did something.

But I suppose land lubbers will never understand about "mucking about pains" --- the aches that hurt so gooood ....