Today's Daily Double is... agents for the boat!

memorial day, riding shotgun home from Tahoe, flags out in the little towns along 80, laptop tethered, eval talks on the speakers, dog breathing on my neck, Al driving us west. and somewhere in the flat middle of the drive the two halves of my life finally shook hands: been building agents all year, been dreaming the Bahamas crossing even longer. so. agents for SAILING:

• a navigation agent that reads the charts
• a weather agent watching the fronts stack up over the gulf stream ("not thursday. thursday is a lie")
• an alerts agent that knows the anchor is dragging before I do
• the always-on lil computer at home graduates to ship's computer, and i talk to the boat the way i already talk to everything else, out loud, hands free for the lines

wrote it all in the notebook at a gas station in Vacaville so it couldn't escape. home by afternoon, houseboat right where we left her, patient as ever about the fleet i keep promising