A month ago my life was punctuated by weekends, days, hours, minutes, seconds. I vaguely recall leaving my office at 2 minutes to the hour to be on time for a meeting at 10am. I certainly remember wishing for the weekend or for 5:00.
Lately I have been unable to site the day of the week. Weekends are entirely irrelevant and if I am a day late to a meeting (yes I still have them) I figure I’m close enough.
My days are dissected my jibes now. They are peppered with feedings. 3 meals a day (roughly at traditional meal times) and a snack every 15 minutes or so (I kid you not). For the longer intervals we have passages and destinations. Leave for Bahia de Tortugas, arrive 3 nights later at Santa Maria.
Most interesting is that days no longer begin and end at artificial times. I wake for watch or sunrise and sleep at the end of watch or cruiser’s midnight (a few hours after sunset). I am finally rediscovering my natural rhythm as I lose track of time.