Eighteen Days on the Hard

That's five more than last time in case your math wheels are as grease-caked as mine. We've been holed up in this land-locked shanty for eighteen days. No AC. Probably drinking Louisiana brain-eating amoeba water. Existential anxiety in robust form as a daily barrage of truly scary news pours through the radio. Two months without the kid, and [...]

By | 2017-08-23T16:58:15+00:00 August 18th, 2017|Boat Life|2 Comments