Panic!

 So it's gonna snow I guess. 

 It's snow.   Calm down. Worst case, stay home a little extra. Oh My God! 

 Now, guys in Texas and the gulf coast have a reason to panic. They're not set up for a big storm. Here in the northeast, it's been 10-12 years since we got a serious snowstorm.  10-12 years since we got a REGULAR WEATHER EVENT. 

      Granted, all the many, many new foreigners and some of the youngest of the young idiots behind the wheel are absolutely going to kill themselves and those around them this weekend as they drive like fucking idiots on a good day, and there won't be good days for the next week or so. 

       For most of the rest of us?  Inconvenience.  The media's flipping out over inconvenience.

 Well, even so, I hear that Bread and Milk are sold out. Snow's coming, gotta get the bread and milk. Don't ask why, just get it. Bring a knife, gun or a baseball bat. Might need it.

   Now, I come from New England and the only difference between a large snow storm and a cold day without snow is whether or not you put on the regular winter Coat or your Big Coat.          Maybe I'm biased. I'm on the water and with Condition Whisky declared (ports remain open, gales expected, vessels must be prepared for heavy weather and  high winds, and must declare intent to the Coast Guard to arrive or leave port) after 12 days of nonstop work locally, we're starting a 2-lull coincidentally, and lashed up at a lay berth in Brooklyn Bridge Park. No shore access, which is sad, but we're rafted up against a big ATB (Articulated Tug-barge) twice our size, which means we don't have to contend with tides, and just need to tend our mooring lines and hopefully keep 'em static. 

         Stay warm out there.  I got like an acre or more of deck to shovel.  Gotta limber up. 

One week in: Report

 Week two begins with dog watches, where over the course of 24 hours we work shorter watches until we are switched, so I went from nights to days. 

    It's busy, as Winter is here. Nonstop more or less, but I got enough time off and a berth yesterday to get groceries, and armed with what I need my morale is reasonable despite working mostly nonstop. 

        It's cold. Approached zero a couple of times, we had snow and 2 ice storms, two days in a row that made trouble. Soaking rain gets between pipe flanges, where 2 pipes are bolted together, freezes into ice, and expands, opening up the pipe join, causing a leak. 

 That, and the damn rain got into the hydraulic valve for the boom (arm up/arm down) control for my port deck crane and it freezes periodically, locking the control and requiring a hammer to break loose, which isn't good for the lever... 

   ...but we're holding

. My teeth are wiped and my ass is minty clean as the fresh water hasn't frozen, which makes a *huge* difference in morale aboard. 

    It's cold. Uncomfortable, and I slip on the ice on deck at times, but we're holding.  Work gets done, maintenance too, though the occasional annoying non-routine task now becomes something arduous given the temps.

 But we're holding. 

     We're between gales today. Days where tye wind is under 25kts are a treat. Gales twice a week minimum. 

But we're holding. 

And then, work

 Welp, back to work. 

      I got back to NY tuesday afternoon for crew change bright and early on Wednesday.  It being my first week back to work, I'm on nights, covering 6pm-6am, and as God was kind, there was no work tonight, my first night back. So, after loading up on vegetables and diet soda (I loaded up our deep freeze with chicken and meat just before I went home and we always have a mountain of good eggs on hand for protein), I came aboard yesterday morning, got caught up on gossip and current events aboard, unpacked my stuff and immediately took a nap. 

 On the night before crew change I try to get 5 good hours of sleep, so I give myself about 7 hours of rack time, as being in NY there is always traffic noises and EXTREMELY loud and rude foreigners yelling in the hallways of every single hotel here, this being NY and absolutely infested with loud obnoxious foreigners who like yelling and talking on speakerphone in hotel hallways as a habit.  

 Asking your average hotelgoing mong to behave or at least be quiet is like asking a dog not to piss on a tree... You need to shoot the beast with a bb gun in the pecker once or twice before it learns to respect boundaries. 

       There are domestic hoodboogers who do the same, don't get me wrong. I'm sure there is PWT who does this also, but I haven't seen much of it.

        At any rate I got moved in, caught a 3 hour nap, and with the prospect of a night off, I did some PM's like topping off the fogging oil for the air starters on the cargo pumps, checking lubes, and doing my meal preps for the next few weeks. 

          As part of having a metabolism that has turned into absolute dogshit with my dead thyroid, I practice intermittant fasting at work , eating in just a 6 hour daily window, and I weigh my portions and keep to a caloric limit. After a couple of days of this, I think it sets my insulin levels right and lets me burn off some of the glycogen stores in my liver, as I don't get hunger cramps too much and I get better at efficiently burning my food.  Plus, I don't eat processed food except for good bacon, so eating clean helps. I do put on weight FAST now if I eat more than 1900-2000 calories, but at 1200-1300 cals a day I will lose 1- 1.5lbs/week.  When I was at 300lbs, last year at this time, I could lose 5lbs a week easily. 

 At home, home cooking, eating out at least once a week, and of course booze all contribute to me not losing weight there.

 Well, anyhow I spent about 4 hours portioning chicken and meat, cooking rice and portioning it out into 120g bags and freezing it, and I made feijoada (the national dish of Brazil, and my favorite) in a slow cooker, which will be done tomorrow night.

   Oh, fun fact: if you freeze cooked white rice for more than 24 hours , it converts some of the starch in the rice into an indigestible form, cutting the calories by about half. 

 No bullshit, it actually works. Freezing rice makes the starch molecules change their structure slightly, forming a 'resistant starch' that acts like fiber, becoming more difficult to digest and cutting the rice's glycemic index significantly. Without the big blood sugar spike caused by eating most carbs, the digestible portion of the rice gives a slower, sustained metabolic burn, reducing hunger pain onset and intensity, and delivering more steady energy.

      I eat a little under 120g of cooked rice about 5x a week to round out my calories and get some carbs. I did the whole boom/bust cycle of keto dieting and found it unsustainable over time.   What I'm doing now, setting calorie limits and focusing on high quality protein and veggies, well, it works better for me. But after the excesses of the holidays, I'm looking forward to getting back on track. 

      So, we're elbow-deep in winter now, and this has been out busiest time of year for the past few years. I'm not expecting to have much free time, which was already in a terrible decline this past year, but considering that last year I spent half the work days all winter without running water, this year, armed with a generally freshly-washed ass, my tolerance for life's little headaches at work seems to have rebounded somewhat. 

 We'll see what the 2nd half of January does for that I guess. 

       

At home

 I've been home for a while now, and enjoying it.  In the meanwhile, something very cool is in the works, workwise, but it's still in process so I am told it's best I keep my mouth shut for the now. 

Please enjoy this low-hanging fruit

 From Daddy Warpig, 

     This is a Russian DJ dressed as an American aerobics instructor from the late 80's. 

      Leave me to my memories.  We are not what we once were, as a people.

Wrapping up

 Well, I'm down to the last few days aboard here, for which I am grateful.  I head home in a few more days, for some much needed rest chores and home maintenance. 

Sigh.   Lol, not really, I actually like puttering around the house and I'm REALLY looking forward to not having cold hands and feet. 

        I'm better, healthwise. It's been years since I had a full-on flu, and this was a classic full-strength flu af that... the one that is going around. Being unable to rest, or even unable to reduce the pace of work was a slog, but it's done now. Sailors don't get days off for illness unless we're truly unable to do the work... and well, I could. So I did. 

      As often happens, the flu opened the door for a cold to move in after, and so I have a throat infection and a head cold as well. Thanks be to God, it didn't settle in my chest, which is a hazard for me, my lungs being a bit prone to bronchitis, but it's been unpleasant enough having a head cold and wanting so badly to clear my throat enough to talk above a whisper, but knowing how much it will hurt to do so. 

    Today, though, I appear to be on the mend. Still congested but better, still hoarse, but better.  With just s few days until I go home, I'm really hopeful I'll be close to 100% on travel day. 

     Does anyone else always, ALWAYS have that moment when your sinuses completely purge in massive bulk, but it always happens when you're in public, with your hands full, and no damn hankie or tissue to hand when the stuff inside decides it's time to go outside? 

 Every. Damn. Time.   I'm pretty sure the person next to me on the plane is going to have to watch me panic and try to discreetly do something about the 2lb lung clam that's about to say hello to the world. 

   I don't think I've ever had that moment somewhere like in a bathroom or my bedroom or somewhere private. Every. Damn. Time. 

 Well, we'll see.   I'm pretty happy about not feeling awful today already. 

 It's been busy and the weather has ben unsettled. Gales every 3 days, about 6 inches of snow yesterday morning and winter is here for sure. A little break will be welcome. 

Sick

 Well, I have the flu.   I feel... unpleasant. Congested, high fever, body aches... 

     Worse than the flu, in terms of impact, I bought a store bought chicken pot pie yesterday and had it for lunch. 100% ultraprocessed 'food.'  I don't eat processed foods and haven't in about a year. My daily caloric limits w/ my now- reduced metabolism, I want good tasty food since I can't have a lot of it.  I eat clean. 

 I didn't yesterday.   About 3pm I thought I would die from the indigestion and cramps that damn pie gave me.  By 5pm I was more afraid I'd survive and  continue to suffer.   Gas cramps, sharp pains, even chest pains from the indigestion itself.  It didn't settle down until about 7pm. Thank God that's done.  No more trash food. 

To be fair the body aches ain't much worse than my usual of a morning, though.  The fever, OTOH, sucks. That's 2 nights of almost no quality sleep. 

     I got the flu vaccine about 3 weeks ago. Waste of fuckin' time yet again. I can't help but think that I missed a night of drinking whisky and chasing my wife around the kitchen (I felt a bit peaky after the shot), and I get so few of those days. Damn. 

 Well, I hope today the fever breaks and I start feeling better after bed tonight.  I REALLY wish I could take Nyquil, knock myself into a coma for the night but alas... oil tanker. Ist Verboten. The side effects might be too pleasant, and we can't be trusted to have nice things since we're retarded and like as not to do dumb shit all zooted up on happy pills.