Glooming along

Fractured night's sleep, and we awoke to another gray and even soggier day. Slogged on through it, and off to read more of the Aeneid; it's perfect for quiet moments before sleep. Quite a description of a boat race, which I'll have to pass on to my friend who is crewing on a sailboat lately. At one point, after yelling at his steersman for being overly cautious, then getting passed by another boat, the skipper of the Chimaera, Gyas, tossed the old steersman overboard. The fellow hauled himself out onto a rocky ledge, where he was stuck for the rest of the race. Don't think my friend's skipper is that bad.