I had not admitted to myself that I had planned to go out sailing, at least not until I wandered down to the dock to put the new registration sticker on Synergy. I stood there allegedly checking out the new main halyard, but secretly glancing at the anemometer and the blue sky above.
Looking at the masthead, I noted that there was a breeze and sunshine. Lowering my gaze, I noted that there was no ice on the creek, as I thought to myself that I had purposefully promised to sail more this year, and Synergy had not been out of the slip in a week. It was irrevocably time to go sailing.
Synergy and I sailed out of Whitehall and headed down toward Thomas Point, before circling back and ducking into Annapolis Harbor and buzzing the tourists on the City Dock. (After all, if one must take a selfie in Annapolis, there should at least be a sailboat in the background, and if no one else was going to show up with their boat, I believe that Synergy was seriously obligated to appear before the upturned cellphones.)
I only saw three other boats out there sailing and so felt compelled to sail by each and say 'hello' and 'happy New Year'. As it turned out 2 of the 3 were CHESSS members. (Chesapeake Shorthanded Sailing Society)
It was a brilliant sail back in a building breeze and some strong downdrafts including the one that buried the lee deck past the genoa tracks. "Bad helmsman! Bad Helmsman! This is not funny so stop grinning"