Saved By Daylight?

     Saved from daylight?  By means of...?  Whatever the saving is, we did it.

     I went to bed way early, in part to dodge the worst aspect of this shifting of time, which is the theft -- outright government robbery-by-fiat -- of an entire hour's sleep.  It didn't help; I woke at the usual time, which wasn't really, sat up, and got whacked by the semi-usual vertigo.

     Laid back and then went about this sitting-up business carefully enough that the walls stayed more-or-less where they ought, fed the cats and went back to bed, whereupon I encountered even worse vertigo, the worst so far until I sat up again, at which point a new record was set.

     Stumbling with eyes dancing or walls and floor shimmying, depending whether you were me or an onlooker, I made it to the kitchen in heavy seas, lashed myself to the rail and fumbled around until I had found and taken anti-vert.  Staggering back to my bedroom, I laid down and held onto my mattress, hoping the storm would pass.

     Some hours later -- only a few minutes ago -- I woke again, this time in bright sunlight, the room rocking to a light swell.  Made coffee, came in here and blogged, still bobbing about on the gentle waves.

     Just gimme some wide bellbottoms and a middy blouse and I'll be fine.  Fiiiine.  Maybe I can holystone the decks later, or splice the main brace or sump'in.  ...Might as well have stuck a knife in the mainmast.