We have begun to settle into a more normalized schedule, I believe. Breakfast came as ordered on our breakfast room service hangtag. Around 10 am we got a call from room service to order lunch, and it showed up around 12:30. Late morning we got a call from guest services if there was anything we needed and we gave them a short list (towels, robes, an order form for laundry).
After lunch, Gene, our old butler, called to see how we were doing and if we were still asymptomatic. He asked about “Mr. & Mrs. Thompson” and I told him they were fine and had made it back home. He was happy to hear that. He offered to help us, should we need it. (As a side note, we had thought about calling Gene to request a bottle opener when it was our sole focus of frustration, but we determined we had one favor with Gene and to hold out for something serious, not waste it on Day 2 on a bottle opener.) We told Gene we truly appreciated his call and went back to playing video games, reading the book Sapiens aloud to one another, and working on Laura’s Stardew Valley mod.
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A passing ship and some distant islands were all we saw this day. |
I’ve decided to try to make a short dramatic film, starring me!, and taking place in—of all places!—a ship’s stateroom. I did some test footage this morning and toyed with it in my video editing software for a bit to see if the idea might be feasible. Now, I just need a story…
The rest of our at-sea day was quiet with nothing to report. They brought us a bottle of wine without incident and they brought us one set of towels, not two, but tomorrow we will try for a second set.
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