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 Well, I won't pretend to be sad that my flight back to work got cancelled since NY got a shockingly normal (for the 1980's and 1990's) amount of snow and shitty weather. 

 I was supposed to fly out tomorrow. It's such a shit show between the bad weather, and DHS being held hostage by that trashbag sodomite Schumer and his flying sacks of shit friends so Fast Finger Freddie and the TSA boys aren't getting paid to perform security kabuki, causing cancellations on their own prior to the weather being bad. 

      I'm finding life to be more rewarding by disengaging some from politics especially online... but this is some bullshit. 

 That being said, it may be bullshit, but regardless, the first flight to NY I can get is on Friday so I'm getting an impromptu extension to my vacation.  I am... not sad about this, though I also of course am not getting paid, either, maritime companies in general subscribing to St. Paul's  "He who will not work, nor shall he eat." to paraphrase. 

    It'd be cooler if my house wasn't a dump. Renovations are at peak impingement of my day-to-day, with no appliances in the kitchen, no furniture on the 1st floor, and my fridge in my garage, which doesn't sound bad but OTOH I cooked breakfast this morning on an ironing board in my bedroom and the toaster is on my nightstand. 

   I'm not a TV watcher, but I kinda wish I could watch my TV even so, but then again, I'd be sitting on a box to do so even if it was on the wall rather than behind a Jenga style stack of 3 sections of my couch stacked vertically about 10 feet tall. 

   I bitch, but it's starting to come back together. The floor guys arrive tomorrow for tiling and it's lovely outside here, cold for Florida, meaning 60's in the day and 50's at night so I have been enjoying the sun and the not sweating, but not as much as I enjoy the not freezing my balls off of being at work this time of year. 

       So, tomorrow, when normally I'd be on the plane at 6am, I'll be asleep in bed. This is better, and in a few days I'll be up north anyhow, with plenty of time to enjoy the brown dirty snow and wet, cold feet and wet,cold people. 

It has its moments

 I'm home, I'm warm, I'm sleeping better.

     All good.  Renovations at my house have started, which is disruptive. New kitchen countertops and new floors on most of my first floor meant that  after arriving home I had to disconnect the bathroom vanity's water connections, pull fhe vanity, the washer and dryer, the furniture, lamps and sundries and the refrigerator and stow them elsewhere. And then I could go to bed.  So we're camping out in my house for the next week. 

  Of course it wasn't withiut some hiccups. Oneof the shut off valves for the washing machine was leaking by, as was one of the ones for the laundry sink. No matter what I did I couldn't get them to not leak by, so we did without water overnight and I had to make a couple of trips to Home Depot because of course one was a friction fit and the other was threaded. 

    Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife had never heard a jackhammer before, so having one working 10 feet away behind some plastic sheeting to keep the dust down was a bit of a shock. Luckily we all have good earpro, being a house of shooters, so going about our business in the mostly-empty kitchen as best we can at 150dB is workable. 

 Anyhow, I have some family visiting Disney a couple of hours to the north so it's a great time to go say hi. 

 In the meanwhile we went to a waterfront bar laat night and had fried shrimp and mahi mahi and a couple of drinks, which is bad for the waistline but good for the soul. 

   It's good to not be at work even if I have to go in the living room to see what's in the fridge. 

Winter

 Well, the cold is back. 

 It's presently a relatively balmy 10 degrees F. Gonna be 1 tonight, but it's blowing 40kts, gusting close to 60. Frostbite risk tonight for sure. 

   Unfortunately we also have a complex discharge tonight that will require me to spend a lot of time outside on deck... We loaded three different feedstocks to make a Very Low Sulfur heavy Fuel Oil  (VLSFO, a clean burning residual (#6) fuel oil)  destined for a powerplant in the Bronx tonight. The first feedstock was ultra dense and viscous, and the terminal we loaded from, in their great wisdom, kept the oil in a tank with a tiny pipeline that is uninsulated in parts... this is an oil (HAFO, Highly Aromatic Fuel Oil, basically an oil that has a nasty habit of shedding nasty (mostly nonflammable under normal conditions)) molecules into gas form. Stinky stuff. Smells like sulfur and really cheap shitty perfume... But energy dense like you wouldn't believe.  So, we laid down a thin layer of that stuff in our tanks, which should hsve tanken an hour but took 24,  and by the time it got to us it had partially resolidified into a molasses-in-the-refrigerator texture... then we used two types of 'cutter stock,' oils similar to clean diesel, thst will dilute and thin the heavy crap... but the terminal's pumps are ridiculously slow. 40 hours to load what would take just 4 hours elsewhere. The bummer being that in order to blend products of wildly different densities and/or temperatures, you need mechanical agitation, otherwise the oils just stratify and don't blend... and the little transfer pumps the terminal is using, well, the oil moves, but not fast enough to agitate anything. Just a slow, smooth movement. 

 I bitch but I have a point... now, this stuff is destined for a standby power plant's fuel tank. It will get pumped into that one big, empty tank and when we're done the oil will be heated and recirculated in the tank, blending it nicely.

 The idea is to blend it in my tanks first, so the heavy stuff doesn't turn solid in my tanks and become unpumpable, which heavy oil does at low temps.  The HQ doesn't have steam lines or volcanic cargo heaters, as we don't do long voyages, but in winter, oil needs to go in hot and not be in our tanks longer than 3 days. 

  Well, small, slow pumps, cold uninsulated pipelines, the oil's only a little above 90 degrees in the middle of my heavy oil tanks, so it's substantially cooler at the bottom.  Luckily we should be starting to pump it off less than 10 hours from when we finished loading.

    My point here is that there will be oil of a marshmallow-like consistancy to deal with in the bottom of my tanks. Ever try sucking a really thick chocolate shake through a soda straw?  I have to be on the scene to make sure I don't bake the pump impellers, overload the cargo engines and blow out the stuffing boxes (packing glands) of the pump shafts... and it's the damn stuffing boxes that are the ones to watch. 

      Pulling massive vacuum suction to get viscous oil to flow, means we'll be at a huge vacuum on the suction side of the pump, but on the discharge side we'll be pushing 100psi of force to get the oil into my discharge piping and to the cargo hoses going ashore.  All that force will be exerted on the seals of the pump shafts, and viscous oil at 100psi puts ENORMOUS force on the seals, which absolutely will leak by slightly so as not to blow out... so there will be solid oil oozing out over the pump well sides and making an enormous mess that is almost impossible to clean up between November and April... so I want zero mess, obviously, and I don't want to barbecue all my pump equipment in the process, so I'll be there watching, putting my hands on things (gauges freeze sometimes, so I can't trust 'em) and generally trying to be a good do-bee. 

 Which would be fine except for it being 3 degrees and blowing a gale. 

  Still, every winter has to have a 'coldest night of the year' in it.  So not a big deal, just has to be dealt with. 

Edit:  Too much wind, not enough cargo. As we're lightly loaded and the wind is just retarded strong, the office made the call to delay our sailing. We're only lightly loaded, so the HQ's hull presents a LOT of sail area for the wind to bite on, and we'd be brawling trying to tie up and maneuver at low speeds. 

 Good call, IMO. Had we been fully loaded with more hull underwater, we could deal with the wind grabbing our topsides and superstructure, maybe crabbing us a bit. But I am happy the People In Ties chose to let me live to fight another day. 

An Anal-ogy

 Going on Instagram and X is like looking in the hole of a porta-potty. 

 God damn the mob. I may not go back on land. Ever.