Northeasterly 5-10 kts. Southerly swell.

Didn't sail on risk of getting them wet. (the sails).

Dropped the crab trap at the regular spot then returned to buoy. Removed port side, primary winch drum to complete installation with the phantom screw. What a dog and pony show that was.

I brought the winch out a few days prior over the lunch (2)hour. I couldn't believe I was missing a fucking screw. I agonizingly micro-surveyed the stark confines of the cockpit hoping the bloody thing would somehow magically materialize. It did not. The only thing I could think of was that it somehow found it's way to one of the two cockpit drains. I returned home after this trauma only to find the god-damned screw under the adult lounge, recliner. I must have dropped it by accident showing off my newly service winch to Barnucka the night before. Vanity.

It feels good to have both winches back on-board. Lubed up and ready to perform. Insert joke here. I scraped the forward cabin roof to remove flaking paint, in preparation for a new coat of mildew resistant paint. It was a hell of a mess. Fortunately I had the good sense to lay a tarp down first but still, messy.

I finally got around to installing the forward navigation 'array'. Well at least I tried. I rebuilt and refinished dad's old cedar nav.-light holder some time ago, but the fucking hole in the pulpit isn't big enough to accommodate a standard but plug.

(Sorry. That should read butt splice.)

So by the time I had cut the leads coming out of the solid mahogany block down to almost nothing, I realized the butt-splice was a no-go. I'll have to solder some more wire onto the fucking light and twist-and-tape it to the wire coming out of the pulpit.

I had the Taylors kerosene furnace burning during all of this so the cabin was nice and warm. I tightened the burner fitting on the furnace and that seemed to fix my pressure problem.

Time to pick up the trap.