Early morning. So, Anne and I are confined to our cabin with covid as we sit docked next to Willemstad, Curaçao. But we are docked on our port side, the side our cabin is on, facing the city. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Later in the morning. We are both feeling poorly, but not that poorly. I'm actually pretty much done with runny nose and hacking cough, but have been succumbing to long periods of sleep. Anne's had low fever and has little energy. And now she's got runny nose, cough, and not feeling great. Hopefully she's just a day behind me and will be feeling better tomorrow. I [Don't ask me what the "I" is above. Some sort of heading or something I've accidentally inserted, but I don't want to spend more time figuring out Blogger right now. So, finishin up today's post: After Willmestad. At dusk we were "steaming" toward the Panama Canal, which we reach tomorrow, I believe. Night, 10:30 pm. An hour ago I counted ten ships south of...
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