A little defeated today, a little crushed. Getting by doing even more with drastically less is the forecast for at least the next four months at least. This week’s crowning glory was persons planning a return trip to Canada doomed to inevitable deportation just to try and avoid a cholera outbreak for a month. No way of shining up that turd of a case, but you’ve got to admire their moxie.

I am burned out trying to contribute to hopeless cases this week and I’m back on the imaginary cigarettes while I still have this cough.

There is, however, an odd feeling of togetherness that I’m enjoying with the work folks. Picture angry optimists lying half strangled in a mud puddle shouting at cowardly retreating backs “come back here and say that again, bastard. You just wait until I catch my breath and then we’ll see what’s what. You just wait. I’m just going to lie here a minute.”