Lowe, apparently tired of being told he can’t climb up the stairs and out the door, has taken a new tact. Now when he is ready to go out he walks over to the hook on the wall, grabs my hat, brings it over to me and tries to put it on my head. With that done he apparently sees no reason left why we shouldn’t be able to go outside.

Boat work is plugging along. Today I repaired a soap dispenser. So…pretty much ready to go cruising now. Motto: As long as you’ve got clean hands you’ve got everything you need.