Rough seas in my liquid world. Deep silence in the submarine. Togito, my right hand man sits calmly smoking his pipe trying to reach a signal with or satellite dish. If the sea stays angry will have only this blog to cover the Pack tonight. At moments like this I long for vegetables, fresh air and the company of Thai throat singers. The sea is angry good people, angry like a Mike Daniels, angry like my ex-wife. Togito, the right hand man tells me he has found a TV channel that is playing a commercial for farm seeds. Pay dirt is ours. THe Pack is live and frosty in our tin can. GPG.