Steve, the slacker, started and finished a new teak floor for the head (bathroom) yesterday. We're anchored in Atlantic Highlands NJ, waiting for the sea to calm down in the Atlantic so we can continue south. Hurricane Bill isn't looking like he'll do much here, knock wood, but we'll wait it out anyway.
This is a nice city to be in, a grocery and laundromat, two essentials, within walking distance. If only there were a newspaper delivery boy coming by in his dinghy in the morning, it would be perfect.
So as you can see, Steve put his time to good use. I, on the other hand, read The Improbable Voyage, by Tristan Jones and spent a lot of time petting Adjima.