It is what it is.

There’s an expression which I always try to remember but in actuality seldom do; “It is what it is.” Coincidentally that expression is on the front of Clinton’s MacBook.  We’re still in St. Anthony’s, pinned down by an extremely persistent and sluggish low pressure system just off-shore. Each time we download weather charts it suggests that it’s about to move on, but six hours later the next download of charts shows that it once again threw us a very successful head-fake. By six hour increments the charts give us prognostications for five days out and even looking down the road that far, there it sits, looking back at us; I wouldn’t say taunting but certainly not enticing  As I write this, stuffed down into my sleeping bag, holed up in my cabin, I can hear the screeching of the cold, pre-arctic winds outside. I caution a peek at the wind gauge on the bulkhead next to me and see a sustained breezes in excess of 40kts.  We’ve been here longer than first planned and will most certainly not be leaving for at least another five days. Despite this the crew is doing wonderfully. The occasionally flare up (I’ll be the first to raise his hand on that issue) has been completely overshadowed by continued laughter. There’s no getting around it, the tedium of being stuck aboard (5 people, 57 foot boat – you do the math) coupled with the continued disappointment of aforementioned low pressure system has the potential to make for an explosively stressful situation.  I hired pros and pros they are.  (A large ship’s library, DVD selection and Wii system aboard help the situation to no end as well.)