The worst thing about regularly dispensing advice in a sailing magazine is that you feel really stupid when you break your own cardinal rules, the ones you caution fellow sailors to pay strict attention to.
Aboard Ganesh, our 43-foot Wauquiez Amphitrite ketch, I consider it a sin to ever sail to a strict schedule. And while we're in full cruising mode, we're pretty good about not doing so. But we were recently hard aground on our own coffee grounds in Singapore, and having far too much fun playing patty-cake with our grandchildren. So we ended up behind schedule to meet our incoming guests in Thailand, nearly 600 nautical miles away.