There is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. Each of us has such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Sometimes I feel rich when I have lots of toilet paper and paper towels. It’s simply one of those things, the I-have-everything-I-need-in-stock feeling, especially as I have house mates and there is nothing worse than running out of essential paper goods. As a child, I used to feel this way about packs of gum and