Pax almost caught...

...what I think is a giant muskrat.

Pax flushed it out of the brush along the path between us and Tyson's, and was nipping at its tail (round, not flat) as it raced into the water. Once deep enough it dove, and that's when Pax lost it. Quite an energetic bit of rodent work for a dog still recovering from knee surgery.

Otherwise, finished trimming the upstairs bedroom, and then launched the Windrider (with help from Bruce and Andrew). Stepping the mast is always a challenge (and on processes that are repeated only annually memory of how to do stuff usually fails just when you need it), but, still, fewer snafus this year than in times past. The boat floats, and the mast points up.