There was programming today. I know there was. My trip notes say that there were presentations on Shackleton & the Endurance, the Whales & Seals of the Antarctic, Scott's Fatal Journey, and the structure of sea ice. There was also a movie shown. However, I participated in none of this because I was in bed. I read, I received visitors in my room bearing water and crackers, and I slept. At one point, I wandered up to the bridge to see how bad the waves were. The captain smiled and shrugged, saying it was bad, but not the worst he had seen. I remember feeling vaguely proud that I stayed out of vomitville. I heard there were only 15 people at dinner.