Beating, I meant beating!

So in the previous post I used the word, “reaghing” incorrectly. Must be the nausea meds.
Allie is vomiting and has diarrhea, and the cat is depressed and peeing on everything.
We are 12 nm off the coast of Cuba. That is one big frickin’ island. No, I cannot smell the cigars. It would make me barf anyway. I just cleared the dinner table by scooting on the floor on my butt. “Beating” is a great word for what we are doing.
Mel does not like night watches.
Time to go! Once we round the coast of Cuba, things should be better. Aaaargh! This takes forever! I might throw Greg’s Dvorak keyboard in the sea by then.
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