Slowly Tipping Over

The moon is growing thicker, and I am getting tired. Barely standing at 42°, I need to close my eyes, but I am so afraid to sink. If only you were here. At least I’ve got bird friend.

Another rough night, but with the dawn came some calm. Holding steady at 87°. A sea bird has made itself at home up on the bow pulpit. It caught a fish and made a mess, but I don’t mind. Is this how friends are made?

Long night. Rough night. The sun has almost lapped me and soon not even my sail will be able to shade me. Gently rolling back and forth between 89° and 93.5°, weary as I am, I think it’s getting easier.

Got sleepy, momentarily dipped below 78°, sustained oscillations between 79.5° and 85° at a rapid rate for some time, holding steady at 81° for one hour. Must remain focused.

Woke up at 85°, holding steady, feeling stable, wary of strong winds and earthquakes.