By 11am yesterday, I was depressed. I realized that by then I had heard a relentless stream of new warnings of fatalities.
Your kid could die if you give them cold medicine.
You kid could die if you don’t give them a flu shot.
You could die if you do get the flu shot.
Your kid could get shot and die if you send them to college.
Oh my goodness sakes. I suppose I could die if I stabbed myself in the hand with a fork, or took too many aspirins, or the wrong kind of aspirin on the wrong day when the barometric pressure was just a bit low, and the stars were aligned just the wrong way…
I think I’d just like to live a bit wrecklessly, and not care so much about dying.