January 16th, 1942

Terrible weather! Lying naked except for cast. There are twenty-eight boards on each of the three walls of the cabin. I haven’t counted the nails yet. We have the usual Cockroach Derby. They’re real big ones and climb up the side of the wall and walk across the ceiling, but it’s too slippery, so none of them get by the electric light in the center of the cabin. Then they fall on us or the floor and go back and try it all over. Just something to pass the time away!

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