His and hers computers.
His is big and brawny and its volume goes up loud. And it "hibernates" when he "opens" the "screen." Backwards? I think so.
Hers is small and white and pretty much just does what computers are supposed to do.
And this is the picture I show people when they tell me a mac isn't worth the extra money, that people just buy them to feel cooler.
And, well, maybe tomorrow I'll try harder to think of a way to explain all about the misty mountain tops, Grammy's quick recovery, Sherlock Holmes, the queasy feeling, dinner, Gwenyth's blondie recipe, the confusion between cross-stitch and crochet, girls camp, the dark hallway at work, Nate's housework and cooking, my luck, gratitude, how Pizza Plus Plus is so much better than Smokey Joe's, my parents teasing me with false promises of a visit, etc.