G.I. Joe!

With this new itinerary, we (meaning everyone on board the ship) are more susceptible to catching gastrointestinal viruses. This has caused a couple of changes. We are no longer allowed to serve ourselves in the buffet lines (to limit the spread of germs caused by thousands of people picking up the same barbecue chicken tongs). Also, when you walk down the hallways there is sometimes an unpleasant odor best described as “Stinkydipe” (a term coined by my godson when his younger sister was born and he was subject to an onslaught of dirty diapers. I think its correct usage is as a swear substitute, like “Oh, stinkydipe! I left the keys on the counter.” Or “That’s such stinkydipe that we have to come in early for a meeting.” Or just, "You are stinkydipe.") So far the cast has managed to remain healthy and the rumor is we get to feed ourselves starting next cruise.