Smaller even than last time, and that seemed impossible. News on, same half-dozen stories repeating all day as other, unrelated stories repeat in captions, very confusing. Air conditioning hums and cold air from the vents causes the blinds to swing lightly, click against the window panes. Little dog barks and is incontinent. Where is a conversational opening? He’s hard of hearing, gets less than half of what you say, guesses most. Deep private final conversation at a shout in a crowded room? Forget it.
“You mean you finished that whole book?” he asks.
“I watched you read,” he says.
“I watched you sleep,” I say.