Well, here we are, on Leap Day. Fredric's birthday! One of the guys in the airframes shop also has his birthday today, and we were harassing him about it. There's no way to have a party on the boat, so now he's going to have to wait another 1460 days until his next birthday. He'll have to reenlist if he wants to get a Marine Corps party.

I'm unwell again, with the upper respiratory infection that's swept through the boat. I've not gone to medical though, as I hope I would have heard about a cure for the common cold.

Sick or not, I had a class scheduled for this morning, so I did my egress and explosive safety lecture for ninety-five people. My many years of singing training have given me good vocal projection skills, but as I'm sick I couldn't manage and had to just shout. Which is inelegant and also not healthy for the vocal cords. Ah well. As usual the class went over well, because I make tremdous efforts to not lead yet another dry and dusty lecture. We Marines get way too many of those already, mostly inflicted by each other.

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