I have officially reached the “giving up” stage of the head-cold: in which I stop the futile nose-blowing and instead just ram make two little silk hankie noseplugs and ram ’em up my nostrils. (It’s a green tie-dye hankie too, for good measure.)
I am nearly at that point in life, too.
What’s the life equivalent of ramming hanky noseplugs up one’s nostrils?
Staying in my PJ’s all day and eating girl scout cookies and petting my sick cat?
OK let’s do that.