After 40 wonderful years of living aboard together, Carolyn, my wife, and I still enjoy waiting for weather in a snug harbor while the winds howl outside. We count our blessings-that, for instance, we're not out to sea in such severe conditions-and revel in the luxury of nearly endless amounts of time to read, relax, and just enjoy each other's company. But eventually, on Day Three or Four, we grow bored. Our novels pale, and we suffer from an embarrassment of pleasures of the flesh. It's then that we crack open the hatch a tad and survey the other yachts scattered about in the anchorage.