Oxygen?

In a matter of moments Carstairs had upended the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s prime attraction and with it went the Face of Everyman. The Venerable Sage spent the night in the ER on a ventilator recovering. He thanks those who sent their prayers.

Depression

Autum was on the doorstep. Soon the dark days of Winter would effect everything. the Face of Everyman knew to get direct sunlight into his brain to prevent SAD. The clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa ordered extra Light Boxes to help combat this seasonal disorder.

Jump?

POGO wished now that he had taken the elevator to these dizzying heights. Jumping down with his bad knees was a bad idea. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided limited health coverage for non-paying guests. the Face of Everyman kept a tight rein on such matters.

Photoperiod

Randolf knew he must be ready for his action after the mid-terms. He chose his diet carefully. There were still greens to be had in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman put away his Moon chart and opened The Old Farmer’s Almanac.

ID?

Security Forces scrambled to ID this intruder. Was it Panther or some other feral being? Warm, dry nights brought out ever rover in the neighborhood. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was an obvious destination. the Face of Everyman knew their nature but warned against hunting in a World Heritage Site.