The weekend is being washed out by heavy downpours and a bad cold. Tossing and turing with nightmare-flashbacks of past Bermuda voyage. Am below deck and the small boat is pitching and rolling violently in a heavy sea. Each time the boat dips sharply to the side the hull creaks and groans and there are fears it will fail to recover and right itself. Awake at 4AM, I am seasick and feverish.