Saturday, August 6, 9:47pm, in the North Atlantic
Ever since we left St. John, the ship has been enveloped in a dense fog. Outside our balcony, I can see no more than 5 feet out to see. It’s like being wrapped in opaque plastic.
It’s a bit rainy, I think, but I’m not sure. Since it’s so foggy, and we are in the middle of the ocean, it’s hard to go out to the balcony for very long because it’s frankly a bit scary. I keep thinking that “the thing from the deep” will reach out and grab me if I go out there. That’s all I need to have nightmares on the ship about the ship!
The foghorn has steadily been going off for 5 seconds or so every 3 or 5 minutes. It’s just weird to keep hearing it. Makes me very glad to be on deck 6 and not deck 11 as I think it would nearly be unbearable.
Tomorrow it may rain, but that’s okay. I have several good books to read, and I’m really trying to enjoy that reading time before I have to go back to school. As with every semester, I question my sanity for wanting to do this, for spending so much hardiearned money on it, and for the time I have been away from Sweetie while persuing this crazy dream. Someday I’ll be glad I did, I hope.
But, for tonight, I have no worries. School is still two weeks away, and work and the flu shot I don’t want to take and the tours I don’t look forward to giving are a distant 2 days from now.
Sleep well, and dream of harbour seals and humpback whales.