Morale remains low

A questionable night's sleep has left morale low.

Your intrepid narrator attempted to sleep on the floor, only to be viciously attacked by mites. Such is the squalor of New York unless one is willing to pay an arm and a leg for a reputable inn.

In retrospect, we shouldn't have been so goddamn cheap. Hopefully, we won't steer the oxen off the side of the road this morning.