The morning started out with a roar—of surf from the north, and thoughts of the Windrider danced in the head. But by 10 it was obvious that the weather was passing to the east and a dome of high pressure was settling overhead. Flat calm by noon, and that way ever since.

Lots of mostly odd jobs—some of this and some of that, which is more fun than a full day of something or other. The last of the living-room windows got framed out, and the pier got put in. Pax enjoyed a trip to the dump and then a walk on Fraser beach.