Teak is tough

Up for one night to get a fix before going back to pack and sort out the house. I was going to take care of the teak, but I got the wrong stuff -- I got the stuff that takes out the entire population of the bay if you spill it in the wrong place. Since I'm cleaning teak in the enclosed space belowdecks, and both me and my cat are going to sleep here, that seems a little sillier than necessary.

So I cleaned the galley instead, including most of the dishes. It's very satisfying, in spite of itself. The water is on a manual pump, which is, um, water-conserving; it takes about 38 swings on the manual pump to get a pint of water in the miniscule sink. Did I say I have nerve damage in my hands? It's all kinds of interesting. I have to find a foot pump, or possibly a cabin boy/girl/dogsbody.