This sometimes happens when I'm away from home, either covering an event for the magazine or sailing a regatta. Naturally, when she knows I'm having fun without her, it's difficult for both of us. In this instance, so as not to fuel her jealousy, I tried to downplay how good a time we were having by telling her the sail was merely OK, and if it's any consolation, I told her, I'm sleeping in the cockpit all weekend. It was futile. As far as she was concerned, and rightly so, I had abandoned her and the kids for a three-day holiday weekend regatta with a handful of my buddies, on some faraway island, racing, relaxing, having a good-old time. There's nothing I could do to assuage her, so we eventually hung up and I went about enjoying my regatta, thoroughly lathered in guilt.