No more belly slaps. Wind has dropped down again, as predicted. This means that it is quieter, but we have had to resort to two bouts of motoring. Which is nice because it makes more hot water for showers.

And those are nice after a warm cinnamon roll. Made from Scratch by Margi.

We are 800 miles along from Gran Canaria to St. Lucia with about 2000 miles to go. Right now, we have the spinny up and are making about 6.5 knots so... you do the math. No seriously, do the math, it's too much for me to figure out without a shower and a nice cinnamon roll to spur me along.

Spotted flying fish, finally. We are in the tropics now, so we expected them a few days ago. One expired on our deck. Fishie don't fly no more. Fortunately, we found it before the doggies did, so we have been spare that minor indignity.

Swoosh swoosh goes the boat. More tomorrow.

Oh, and we have set our clocks back two hours now that we are REALLY far from London. THis morning, it was still dark at 8am UTC, which is simply unacceptable, so we adjusted the clocks two hours. Mike and I each took an extra hour watch to fill the gap. Coincidentally, "two hours" is how much extra time was needed to thaw the chickens. Which we will roast tonite. Shoulda poked them to see if they were frozen.