Emma’s cold took a turn for the worse. She spent the night constantly waking up with a horrific cough, and was exhausted by the next morning. As we weren’t due into San Francisco until the next day she made the rather wise choice to take advantage of a sea day and spend the day in bed.
After she fell asleep I went for a bit of a wander through the ship, stopping in the casino to watch a bit of action at the low-limit Hold’em table. There was some terrible play at that table. I really want to find some time to play, although with weak players one of two things tends to happen: you clear them out, or they stay in with stupid drawing hands and clear you out when they call a raise with 37o against your AK, the flop comes down AK5, and they stick around for two more raises as 7s come down on the turn and river.
(For the non-poker players reading this: just take it on faith that that’s about as dumb a play as you can make at a poker table without all the other players executing you, if for no other reason than to keep you from breeding and spreading the stupid gene any further.)
I went to the gym (grr-argh-tough) and came back to find Emma finally rousing around 3pm. More-or-less.
We watched a couple of films, had an early dinner and crashed early. Trez excitemont R uz. But we figured taking it easy would get us ready for San Francisco.
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