During days with not much going on but sailing along under self steering and night watches same same, it gave me something to fiddle with that was meaningful and didn't involve cooking. Being the chief cook and bottle washer I also found that as soon as breakfast was over, lunch loomed on the horizon both for menu selection and the pure joy of eating it.

I still have the old bronze avaiation sextant in a finger jointed box though will likely never use it again for such amusement. I tried the artificial horizon thing but to tell the truth for years I thought an artificial horizon was a plastic sex toy inflated with helium...

Moments in time, they come and they go.