Andrew, Andrew,
Would that my "work" put me on the water but, alas, I am forced to deal with
cosmonaut musicians instead. Once the April gig is over, I expect to put in some long-needed time on the water, figuring I'll find out just how well braid holds up after sitting on an unused reel in the sun for way-too-many months.
Envy, mi amigo, and glad you're still at it. Vicarious thrills for sure.
Avery