I was laid out on the couch, which I remember distinctly because my wife was yelling, “If you’re going lay down on the couch instead of doing something around the house to help me out, at least take your damned shoes off!” and I was using the remote to idly flip through the channels on TV, hoping to catch something in the vein of happy mindlessness, maybe something in the Gilligan’s Island-Bewitched genre, so that I did not have to keep track of a complicated plot and/or a bewildering cast of multi-faceted characters.