7:30 a:m on a Sunday and I was getting dressed to go for a run. My husband came into the bedroom, pale and anxious and said he needed my help. Worried, I hurried to finish dressing and found him sitting at the desk in the family room with his laptop open. "I can't get this to work. I just don't know what to do. I feel terrible". He was due to leave for a week long workshop in Colorado, a seven hour drive, and was trying to post a letter of recommendation to an application portal that was due the following day. It wouldn't let him in. I couldn't help. His despair deepened. I suggested he call the listed contact number the first thing the next morning for help. "But everything is here in the computer" he groaned, "and I've got to get going". I reminded him that the computer was a laptop, and he could take it with him. His face brightened. I made us some breakfast, we ate, and he drove away, free of his burden IT burden.
I can feel the anxiety and tension in this picture. I especially love the fine mark making in the background. Excellent work.
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