Night watch at 3 AM.
We are rocking around as if we were put in a washing machine. I sit up on the stairs to the cockpit and look out in my semi-sleepless state. I can't see much due to the rain, clouds, moonless night.
I decide to watch a movie so I don't fall asleep or dwell too much on the strange situation I am in (this is a weird spot for a landlubber to be in - bobbing up and down and sideways in the middle of the ocean with no one around in a leaking boat in the middle of a Gail and the middle of the night). I watch the sci-fi movie "John Carter" - I have no idea if it is any good.
At 6 am I awake Yves. He was actually awake and looked exhausted. I fell asleep again.
I awoke at 7:30 and found that we were under sail and moving. Greg and Yves had set the sails (the main still with 3 reefs) and with the wind down around 25 knots the autopilot was holding it's own. The waves were still pretty big rollers, but we were doing okay.
The winds slowed during the day to around 17 knots by midday.
We cleaned up a bit and I had many naps. My muscles were very sore from the day before. I had to ask myself a few times why I was out here and if this was the biggest mistake I had made. I don't think so, but it definitely had been running through my head the night before.
We had Kraft dinner for lunch and Greg's sweet and sour meatballs on rice for dinner. Both meals tasted so good.
I was in the 9 to 12 watch (the sissy shift we are referring to it as now).
The watch is peaceful and uneventful. I go to bed and Yves takes over. I sleep soundly until about 4:30 am.