to the political extremism in the country. The cross talk increased as more wine was drunk. I didn't feel like drinking so C and I were content with our club sodas.
It's interesting to hear people go from making sense to spewing out a lot of unconnected thoughts when in their cups. Detachment feels as if I am inspecting a strange species of insect and seeing its many parts. I can say "Look at that bug. How interesting that it has a brilliant shell and some social behavior, but it has no capacity to think. It just has a bunch of ganglia that determine actions." I can observe but not pick it up.
We are now at anchorage. The old dog is sleeping on her pillows. We had breakfast for lunch and will take a nap listening to the wind and waves. Later, there will be time for a walk on the beach to hunt for shark's teeth.
I suppose the raucous celebration of the pagan Mayday occurred last night. Let's hope the nautical Mayday isn't needed.