Home but not forgotten

One Morning we woke up to no wind, when I say that I mean it was as still as an abandoned strip mall, as active as a federal bureaucrat after lunch, it was as windy as the surface of the moon. This little catamaran was begging me to come aboard and unfurl that mainsail. It was promising me that the wind would come up if I would just get aboard. I didn't and it didn't.

All the tattoos were still asleep at this point so that it was muy tranquilo and there you go.

Hasta la bye bye pochos