We wake up to a big, bright shining thing in the sky.  The sun!  We take all the wet clothes and towels and hang them all up on the lifelines.  Everything flutters in the wind like many multi-colored flags.  We look like an international boat of underwear.  Some of the laundry is seawater-soaked.  Some of it is rain-soaked.  None of it smells very good.  Darold reminds me to hang the stinkiest laundry on the leeward side (that means downwind for us landlubbers) next time. We are starting to see a lot more cargo ships.  They are all converging on, or going away from the canal.  We are motoring in light winds, calm seas.  I spend the day reading, writing, doing schoolwork with Dante.  Slowly.  Darold tries to get in more rest.  In general, we are lulled by the motion of the boat and it’s difficult to do more than exist and stand watch. At night I take on the first half of the evening for watch so Darold can sleep.   He wakes up in the middle of the night and takes over..