Called mother up on the weekend. She sounded weak. The poor thing, she's down with a nasty flu and food poisoning. As you can guess, the needle on my Guiltometer hit the extreme end of the dial.
"So what did you do", I asked her, meaning if she had seen a doctor.
"I visited the doctor and he has prescribed me medicines."
I felt relieved and the needle sort of slid back a notch.
"And then", she continued, "I saw an Ingmar Bergman film - The Silence."
Food poisoning and flu? Bah! Minor obstacles to enjoying things that *really* matter, like a Bergman film.
The needle quickly dropped to zero.