I ponder the mysteries of life. Like the way pirates talk because of Robert Newton and Walter Elias Disney. Hollywood writes history,
Here's some Dan Bern.
I glued on that aft beam repair. I cannot bring it into my heart to post yet one more picture of boards 'n clamps 'n such. You've seen it all before. There I was laying on my side filleting saying "Ow ow ow" as my back let me know that I shouldn't be in that position with my face mashed flat against the deck squeezing epoxy on the bottom side of the topside board of the beam. Then repeating that phrase as I struggled to get up again.
All good Christmas stuff invokes a bit of pathos. Mine is that I will be alone and it just might be permanent. Ben has accepted an offer for employment and will be moving eventually.
So in my melancholy mood and a couple beers in me I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
Cat The Cat also wishes you a Fleas Navidad.