I'll be pretty beat by tomorrow afternoon, which with any luck at all ought to see me well into Long Island Sound. Where will I anchor? How far will I get? The unpredictability is kinda the point of sailing, of course, but just now I'm feeling a little jumpy about it. Coming home from Maine last year I made it from Huntington, Long Island, to the Battery in 12 hours or so, with very light and fluky winds. (What happened after the Battery is another story.)
So unless the gods are very displeased with me I ought to be able to get that far, anyway.
Be nice, ye Gods! If I've put a foot wrong and annoyed you -- I didn't mean to, honest I didn't, and I will pour you an ample libation.