As usual, I loafed today; visited Ben Hartman & Herb Coffins, as well as the other H boy, Sid Silkowitz--ate the fried chicken plus ice cream and cake--read, slept, had evening chow, which I term "An experiment in Eating" --and I suppose I'll shortly venture to the movies.

Our barracks, with its 20-odd bunks exposing the metal springs so nakedly bare of their usual coverings, seems more barren than ever before. And now the talk is of another draft to depart this coming week. A certain mood has overcome most of the boys who remain, a sort of realization of impending change and a feeling of restlessness.

A man-power survey committee is due to arrive at Sampson this week to study the use of manpower & to bring about a 20% cut in personnel--which probably means one or two less in the Legal Office.

I didn't have a single bit of work all day Saturday--just sat about & read three or four magazines. I certainly would welcome a change where I'd be more uselful to the Navy & the country. No point in being so far from home & whiling away the time in idleness.

How is your health today?

Love Irv