I would come home and I would see the red light flashing on my answering machine, and instead of being thrilled to hear from my friends, I would think, "What a lot of people that is to have to call back." Or I would decide I should have lunch, and then I would think, but I'd have to get the food out and put it on a plate and cut it up and chew it and swallow it, and it felt to me like the Stations of the Cross.
Или я решал пообедать, но потом думал, что для этого надо достать еду, положить на тарелку, порезать, пережевать и проглотить. Это было для меня подобно Крёстному пути.