Perfect day, perfect ice. But, it being the day before the day before—and seeing as how Nite #165 is fresh out of the bodyshop—sailing was honored more in the breach than in the observance. In today’s moderate breeze the guys on Pewaukee were hitting 50 mph, so it would have been nice to be there.

In lieu of sailing, I worked on putting Solstice back together (a few pieces of hardware are still missing) while Sue did a major houseclean in anticipation of the upcoming holiday brunch.