The final hour
For now at least. Jumping forward yet another hour tonight will put us in libe with Ponte Delgada. It also places me seven hours ahead of family on the weat coast. The mind boggles.
Meanwhile, I am hanging out in one of the lounges in the morning with cross stitich to give my cabin attendant a chance to clean and spending the afternoon quietly relaxing on my couch with an audio book playing. I am skipping just about any/all organized or formal events. For that matter, I haven’t bothered to locate my section in the main dining room. The selection in the buffet has been excellent on those evenings where diner had been in order.