For a long time we had an old lying noisy computer. On the whole day, in the evening after turning off from the sudden silence there was a feeling of a whirlwind on my head. I finally bought the book. No matter how I go into the room, the first thought in my head: "and that this man is so enchanted sitting in front of the switched off comp? Do you sleep with your eyes open? Is he dead?"
And then I realize that the book is included, and the husband is alive. Well relatively. Is a person considered alive who sits behind a comp 10-12 hours a day all weekends, if he has a lawn, sunshine and a woman in a swimsuit on a trampoline jumps?