Forgive me, but there really isn’t much to do in the middle of the night when one has a desperate case of the flu (or food poisoning?), which is why I turned on the television. That ridiculous show “The Nanny” is on several times, I’m sorry to say. ESPN has semi-interesting things, including profiles of professional video game players (who insisted every 30 seconds that playing video games is a sport.) Paraphrased: “I train for this eight hours a day, just like any other athlete.” Local cable channels have great hearings about zoning: “So we decided to go with the gray cedar shingle…” Very serious, very nicely dressed. I admired the participants.

I found myself playing little games. Take one sip of ginger ale. Will the next sip (every 10 minutes, of course) occur before the next commercial break? It was almost exciting.