How immersive is this sim

It is 10.30am, the doorbell rings. It is the Postman. There I am in my Pyjamas with my track IR cap on signing for a package. The poor postman must have been looking for my tin foil helmet. Ahhh ... the life of a sim addict. I was happily flying around Tarangi in New Zealand when that happened. Maybe I should get out more.