Eating the Lotus

I am not a person who finds it easy to relax. I'm always pushed (it seems) to do something- anything- or sleep.
But this ship has turned me into a Lotus Eater.
I read.
I eat.
I chat.
I walk.
I read some more.
I walk around and explore the halls with boughs of holly- fa la la...

I woke up at 2 AM today and wandered over to the Library (about 100 yards away from our room) where I wrote and read for a couple of hours before dropping into bed again.
Many of the other cruisers are friendly.
Such as a guy who ran a trucking business out of Cicero. (One wonders...) He know one of Al Capone's drivers (was there more than one?) but swore he enver had mafia troubles because he's Polish. The wife is quite taken with David.
Ran into my Sacramento twin from another mother  on deck yesterday morning. We think alike. We mirror life experiences. We laugh a lot. We keep showing up at the same events/places on the ship.
This morning-an historical costume maker/designer from LA formerly employed as a forklift driver. taught me everything there is to know about how bustles evolved. Her husband is a former engineer, now a re-enactor in the Medieval field.
Most of the passengers on this ship are OLD. Older than me, even.
(A real cruising moment from David, who was on the elevator going up to dinner yesterday.  Two of the ancients were chatting. )
Ancient #1:  So you look familiar. Where have we met before?
Ancient #2:  At breakfast this morning.
(I kid you not.)
I was on the 14th deck near the pool where many bodies were sunning themselves in various states of undress. A few ancients passed by.
Ancient #3:  I used to sit in the sun like that all cruise long. Day after day. As long as the sun was out.
Ancient #4:  That's why you got the cancer.
Sunrise yesterday- 

More as things progress.