Still dank and claggy but

And the long night drags on. Things have improved – the barometer bottomed out at about 993 and now infinitesimally climbing again, the wind started to back, hesitated, threw us some savage gustsShort increases in wind speed – or people who signed the Gust Book., pouring rain and blasting spray, dropped to nothing and backed very quickly NW then W at 25 kts. I think the top of the eye of the low passed over us – anyway, we are now running NE with the wind on the quarter and about half the headsail. Confused sea but it's getting better – we no longer get the massive crashes and subsequent cascades as big waves come in from the side and break against the boat or over it. We are still rolling all over the place, but it's not constant – just happens in bursts as cross-wave trains trundle through and agitate a lot.

The barn doorMetaphor for whatever we were aiming at. Derived from the saying “Couldn’t hit a barn door at five paces” used to describe anyone who can’t shoot straight. once more somewhere over the horizon ahead of us where it ought to be.