I'll call him Alectryon, for that is better than Cock

It is pretty safe to say morale is quickly approaching rock bottom with everyone here. Everyone is reaching an average of 15 days away from the norms of everyday life. If you couldn't read it on the wordless faces of the people you pass, just ask them how they are and that is the first topic of conversation. Normally this would just bounce off me like the super ball, but today was an especially difficult day workwise. As I count my days on the diminishing supply of Charmin I brought with me, I feel myself start to wane. So, now I have resigned to be moody and temperamental like my cohorts. My two issues are energy and frustration. Energy because I don't appear to have any and frustration because I have too much. Normally in situations like this I would go work out, but now I mostly just pace in my room or walk laps around the balcony. More interesting info I found out. They haven't decided what to do with us yet. I keep trying to get them to tell me when they are going to start letting some of us go home, but nothing "set in stone" has be conceived. Now they are talking about sending some of us home for a few days and then making us come back for another tour of duty. That's going to bring some muteness behavior worthy enough to impress Jean Laffite. (there's a local hero around these parts for you) But, I am searching for that third wind now. Amazing how a couple of implaced words can bring you crashing down. Never to fear I shall persevere.

Let me leave you with what I had to walk through to get to a claim today. I thought I was going to have to whoop a little booty, but apparently they were scared of me, must be the facial hair, works on babies too.