It is 9pm at night. On a small TV screen that is playing in mute, Guy Fieri is in that diner show. I have forgotten my glasses home so I cannot see clearly either. I am still staring into the TV screen while watching Gina do things around the room and use the foamy hand sanitizer every 30 seconds. She looks at another little screen behind my bed and makes some notes with great concentration. She shuts the blinds and layers another blanket at my feet.