Stealth CPR

Last night was a good sleep. I woke up about 2:30, and went up to the bridge to hang out a bit with Jerry. He was just getting ready for a course adjustment. A radio station was still coming in, and playing 80's retro music (I vaguely remember "My Sharona" coming over the radio.

This morning I awoke to someone doing chest compressions. The ship is in heavily rolling seas now, and I find my breaths are regulated by our speed. Up = exhale, down = inhale. exhale, inhale, exhale, down, up... by 7:30 I had to get out of bed.

It's wet outside.