Time expands and contracts to fill the conceptual space available. I must do a minimum of 2 more of these morning watches before Dutch and it seems like a century yet I have already done 54 or so of them. That finishing straight in the Melbourne marathon again, but with the pain of longing and anticipation rather than lactic acid convulsions and cramps. How on earth do I fill in that cavern of time? Can't read, can't listen to music, can't do much of this cos the vis is too bad and have to be on deck watching the water go by and looking at the few seabirds that break the monotony.
The satphone has spoken - there must be incoming from all y'all - exciting and wow does it help...
