Mr. Betty and I managed to see a lot today (Sunday), despite the glaring absence of the sun. We gassed up our little vessel to go out and watch other boats racing around beneath layer-upon-layer of gray skies: Optimists up toward the bridge and Naval War College, 420s off Goat Island, assorted classics farther north toward Prudence.
On top of everything else, this weekend marked the New York Yacht Club's Annual Regatta, thus there was plenty of activity on the bay.
OK, so the sun was lacking. Patience, patience — it'll return.
OK, so we were watching rather than participating. Sundays are supposed to be about resting rather than racing around like we do every other day of the week, right?
OK, so Sundays are about a few other things, too ...
