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Good Morning Everyone. Brrrr….not that 10 degrees below zero is cold outside….its just climbing out of bed when your bare feet hit the 50 degree hardwood floor that you really start to notice it. Better than coffee to pop your eyes wide open. Once again the arctic air is here with meaning. We have four woodstoves to feed as of today as new crew begin to arrive.

We had a particularly busy day yesterday and the forecast for today is much the same so I will be brief this morning. The kids were home sick, I and another captain had an unexpected meeting with representatives from Senator Snowe’s office (remember my ADA blog), Jen spent half her day running errands for the school auction committee, I had a couple fire department meetings, the planer needed new knives installed (only one trip to the hardware store), the woodstove in the barn needed a new section of stove pipe and damper, (back to the hardware store, Courtney had rehearsal for this weeknd's big dance debut (all 55 seconds of it) 'til 7 o'clock last night, and all the office demands to boot. One of our guests finally got through our busy phone line yesterday and commented that he thought this was our slow time of year; not so much I say. But that is OK really. As I told him, we cram into our 5 months off the schooner what everyone else has the entire year to do. There is a certain sense of job security here and not everyone can say that. I just have to remember to keep breathing. I look forward to yoga on a warm sunny beach.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

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