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Captain’s Log, Day Twenty-Five
June 12, 2022
Captain’s log, day twenty-five of our first real retirement voyage. Although we aren’t totally retired. And except that I am not the captain. And I am posting this several day later due to zero cell service.
Still another day in the paradise of Octopus Islands Marine Park. It just doesn’t get much better than this.
We have reached a state of inertia. If we don’t leave here soon I fear we never will. It’s like we’ve arrived in some parallel universe that has captivated us and removed our will to live. It has made us into life forms that require little to sustain us. We stare out at the surroundings and have given up worrying about what is going on in the outside world. All these days with no cell service means we don’t know if Russia declared war on the USA, if our Prime Minister resigned or if Elon Musk decided to solve world hunger instead of following his personal passions.
We haven’t had calls from our needier kids because they can’t reach us; neither have we had a video of our youngest granddaughter crawling across the room although she is very close to doing that.
Our apathy is such that we laze about absorbed in the nature around us and the small rituals of our day that include taking our dogs ashore, eating, and other essentials like reading and sleeping. Sex…
