Checking in from the Tasman Sea

We are told the depth of the ocean here is about 6000 meters.  Having boasted of our beautiful weather in Picton, I have doomed us to five days in a row of cloudy, gloomy skies. <sigh>. 

We New Mexicans start to wither when we don't see sunshine for that many days in a row.  Added to that is a prediction for 6 meter seas tonight. We're fine with that, but we really do wish for a little sunshine.

We have spent the past three sea days adding to our haul of booty; we've earned water bottles, flashlights (aka torches down here), tote bags and magnetic clips.  This due to participation in paper airplane, trivia and golfing contests.  The Thursday Boys Club will be stunned to learn Tom has won two putting events already.

We've become a bit bored with the four sea days, but we have managed to reduce our Netflix list by two movies a day.  Only one more sea day before we arrive in Tasmania!

We continue to be fine, although Cheryl did wake up with a 'sub conjunctival hemorrhage' yesterday morning.  Nothing dangerous, just a burst blood vessel, but I won't be doing too many close-ups for the next 10 days or so.