True enough. Perhaps you'll have an easier go this week. Seems you're due.

[ He flashes a grin. Someone punch him?? ]

I was, yes. Stranded in the arctic with a grim chance of survival. It is... jarring, to wake up at the start of each week.

[ He thinks on this a moment as he puffs on his cigarette. ]

Hostile though it was, you do get used to such conditions, in a sense. You forget what it's like to have a full stomach, or to be warm. Here, the body forgets, but the mind remembers.

[ It's getting more difficult each week, really. ]