Reading a book called Endurance, by Alfred Lansing. The flight surgeon picked it out, and I was pleasantly surprised when I opened a bag full of other stuff and found it when unpacking the science gear the first day up here. I'm obviously tired by the end of the day, because I've been reading it as bedtime reading for two months now, and doubt I will finish. The eyes start closing after a page. These explorers, out to cross the Antarctic, get trapped in an ice flow, their boat gets crushed, and they try to survive.
Primitive living begins.
Compared to what they endured, the space station is a five star hotel. They ate seal and penguin meat day after day after day. They had a lightless winter. I get light and dark every forty five minutes. And the temperature here is nicely controlled, we have power, lights, computers, and every couple or three weeks five minute talks with the ones we love.