Flipside

... 10 hours ago, I was fairly bent out of shape that I was left hanging in the breeze, being forced to discharge one small cargo in marginal weather requiring constant vigilance, while concurrently prepping for an immediate double cargo load with an immediate discharge following, located only 1/2 mile from the initial discharge port, only to discover that the load had been delayed 16 hours.

Well, while I was fairly nonplussed (read: throwing half-filled out forms everywhere and cussing) at the time, at this moment, approaching midnight, I am looking out my porthole, watching the wind-blown mist soaking my deck and enjoying the idea of a watch mostly spent moored to the dock.