The Mrs. and I stayed out far too late and had too much fun dancing last night with a couple of the cruise directors and a gay couple. I really shouldn't be awake now, but hey, gotta check in. Perhaps a Bloody Mary . . .
Anyway, we're about 900 miles south of Greenland and 1200 miles west of the Grand Banks. Once again, mist and rain has rolled in but the seas are almost becalmed, and once again I'm looking for a convoy or a battle group heading for the European Theatre. The more I see of the Queen Mary 2, the more she impresses me, a truly outstanding vesssel and crew.
I'll be back later. Where is that fucking aspirin . . .
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