I didn't get to London.*  I can pretty much only get up off the sofa if I do it slowly.  With pauses to rest. 

And not one but two sets of proofs** have arrived to be read in the next forty-eight and a half hours (approximately).  Hey, you can lie on the sofa and read proofs.  Why don't I feel happy? 

And so, since I'm not in a very good mood anyway, and because I am lying here thinking about health, and because the size, extent and totally insane details of the row about Obamacare amazes me***, I