and so time passes. my house mates have gone for the weekend, leaving me to my own devices. the quiet is welcome, and at times unnerving. i'm concerned, but i'm not sure about what. it's a looming sense of unease. i don't know what i'm doing here. that's not true, i know what i'm doing, but i'm just not certain i'm doing it well or correctly. directionless angst. i feel like a kid at times. it pisses me off. the wind is howling.

another week down, and the sailing season approaching. the storms that have buried points north have done little down here, much to my relief. it's still cold, though. work progresses on the boat. i'm not sitting up here doing nothing. not at work, anyway. life in the crew house is quiet. i don't get out except when my coworkers decide to go somewhere. too cold for bike riding, really. that will change soon. i'd like to spend sometime exploring what's around here. soon, i think.

another week done, and into february. work on the boat is progressing. wood is going into the boat instead of out, and reefing out the deck caulking has started. i spend most of my time off reading. i'm tired a lot. it feels like i'm fighting depression, though what i have to be depressed about, i don't know. perhaps i'm lonely, who knows?