We went sailing this weekend with a friend of ours. It began sunny and warm and got a bit chillier as we got further off the coast. Naturally. But, with sweatshirts and cardigans and cuddling, we managed to make it work. I fell asleep on my stomach for awhile and one half of my face burned a bit, the other half, not so much. Love that. Not really but I do love falling asleep on boats. Boating can be like a sedative to me. We saw some seals on the way back and saw the Isle of Shoals and ate lunch meat sandwiches, TJ's charmingly chewy chocolate chip cookies (say that five times fast) and baby carrots and sodas and water. And one of the teenagers (I won't say which--one day they'll appreciate the anonymity) needed to shower so I told him if he fell in I would throw him a bar of soap before I'd throw him a life vest. I may not have been kidding. And we chatted and appreciated the Atlantic and living near it and just how great huge, huge bodies of water really are. And that is all.