Okay, when it’s Saturday night and you’ve been either on the couch under the blankets or in bed under the blankets since Thursday morning, it’s no time to take inventory of your life. It is no time to take stock of your achievements, assess your contribution to mankind, or dwell on the fact that none of your friends have stopped by or called or texted to see how you’re doing even though you’ve posted on Facebook like 37 times that you’re dying.
Best not to think such deep thoughts. If you have deep thoughts to think, ponder the marketability of a bucket one could hang from the ears that would result in a convenient catch-all for the effluence of the rhinovirus afflicted. Or, if you’re the creative type, indulge in some Kleenex origami.