Rollin' Outta" Bed to Jesus

I rolled out my bed this morning out on the high seas, literally. I woke to the lyrics of a New Orleans Dixieland band playing, "Jesus on the mainline. Tell Him what you want. God ain't busy. Call him up and tell Him what you want..." I was already on the floor so I rose to my knees next to the bed and asked for some Pepto Bismol.

You know it's bad when the navigation screen on the cabin TV has a banner scrolling across the top of the map that announces Sea State: N/A  Sea Temperature  N/A  Wave Height  N/A Weather Forecast: We'll tell you when we get there. They don't even want you to know... like your stomach and equallibrium aren't screaming at you for an explanation.

There was safety message earlier from "Your Captain" to please use the hand rails in the hallways and avoid going out on deck because it was wet and slippery. I couldn't help but remembering reading the ship's notices handbook the other day that in the event a passenger goes overboard; the cost of recovery will be billed to our account. I don't know if I feel relieved that I don't have to have cash up front to be pulled from the Atlantic Ocean instead of waiting for the Coast Guard helicopter out of Jacksonville, FL. or distressed about exactly what they mean by "recovery."