Well, it's February. I'm sure of that. I think.
You really do lose track of time. The hours seem to drift in and out of one another here, until they are inseparable, indistinguishable even with a watch. We change time zones anywhere from two to four times each week, which is quite an adventure in and of itself.
The days are no longer labeled as we know and learned them in correct society, i.e. Monday, Tuesday, etc. We now call them Cozumel, Grand Cayman, Miami, Samana, Tortola, Antigua, Barbados and St. Lucia. (This is not a complaint; merely an observation.)
I've only recently discovered a BBC 4 television series that now solely consumes my once unoccupied time designated for extra sleeping.
I'm more than half way through Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, and loving it. Although, I must admit, it is one of those books that is so subliminally philosophical that I can't help but be completely affected by it. Strangely, I find myself more than willing to sympathize with Rodya. (Sympathize, not empathize!...yet.) I think I'm just taking extra pride in this effort because it's one of my many endeavors that I could find any reason to give into the temptation of retreat. The density and gravity alone made it difficult to start even. I was still reading the same first seventh of the book for 3 weeks before I decided that I wasn't going to let it get the best of me yet! (I must say, though, that it is a rather wonderfully written book, and all should indulge at some point.)
Mom and Grandma are coming in less than 2 weeks! I can't wait. My mom has never been on a cruise, hasn't traveled much, and we're gonna have a shit-ton of fun!
