Yes. It was very sad. 😩 I thought I had nothing to worry about. I should have known. On our way back north from the caribbean, the weather got much worse. By dawn Saturday there were 50 mph winds and 15 foot seas. I went to have breakfast in the dining room. Service was slow because dishes, bottles, etc were broken. A worker must have not secured them. I went back to the cabin. My wife wanted to sleep late that morning, so I sat out on the balcony, sipping some coffee. I had my seeds with me, as always. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rocked the ship toward starboard (the right side of the boat, to you landlubbers), where my cabin was. The hot coffee wound up in my lap. I yelled and instinctively reached down to protect myself from further burns, when the paper flew from my grasp and was swept under a small space between the floor of the balcony deck and the rail. I caught a slight fairwell glimpse of my future fortune as it disappeared under the waves.

My daughter and her boyfriend were protecting the property. My daughter likes raccoons and allows them to do as they please, which means the garbage was not secured. They had a feast. None have breached the living quarters so far as I can tell, but I do hear some scurrying around in the attic. I must investigate.

Is that unusual in your region?

Good thing I was a minnow before the tragic accident.

Around here forsythia bloom early, so that's nice.