A diary, an atlas, and a whole bunch of postcards.
The atmosphere in Suite 100 is different to the past week and a half. The Parent Trap is playing, found on Nickelodeon, and the two after-hours housekeepers are enjoying it with lively commentary.
It’s been five days since Roomie has said anything more than yes, no, or mornin’ to me, and, judging by the feeling, about a decade since I’ve had a meaningful full-blown conversation with someone vis-a-vis.
Back in June Roomie was very vocal in negatives when I proposed we buy Tupperware dishes for our leftovers and other needs. “I don’t need no dishes. They…