Harlow, C.D. 1965 March 3 Journal Janus Island Max and I both still have a number of bad coral infections on our feet and legs. Some of the soreness is slowly going out of mine but they are beginning to heal from the bottom up. I have also been having some trouble with the lymph glands in my groin. This is nothing new, however, since on every Trip, once I acquired some coral infections, the same thing has happened. My infections this time have been more painful, extensive and slower healing than previous trips. I have just about reached the point from which I'll be awfully damned glad when this trip is over. I'm getting tired of sore feet, sore legs and sore groin because all combine to make life miserable. Aside from walking around observing and taking notes there isn't much else to keep me busy during the daylight hours. Especially since most of us have our delightful little aches and pains. There are no troopelands to speak of. The frigates are quite crossed and very spooky so we're not going to attempt to wing tag them. Almost no boobies are on the island during the day and small birds are nonexistent. The surf is far too rough to look for cootersmates on this island. So we will almost try to loaf away all day long. The boat brought Merrill back in at 1300 and went out with Hoke. Larry didn't look too red hot when they left. The boat had no trouble at all with the surf.