They’ve moved you upstairs and I think I like your new room more. Not just because it’s away from the emergency room and the accompanying screaming and moaning and beeping, but also with a nice view of the hospital atrium and a sink and closet and your very own bathroom and television. Normally when we find ourselves in a room with a television we ignore everything else. There’s no television at home and we’re both easily distracted by flashing lights and color and stories that last exactly twenty-two minutes. When it’s on in a room we’re in we can’t help but watch, no matter what we’re watching. Remember last year when we went to the coast? We got a hotel room and watched television all night and through the morning until it was time to check out, only breaking to eat dinner and breakfast and have sex once and sleep.