No, you don't. If you're having some insomnia issues, just say the word and I will type you off to dreamland so fast your electric hookah-doodle will fall onto your pillow in mid-puff.
Da Cotsterata was just an insufferable old fart who earned his place in history by bleating for hours on end about how any and every activity, person, place, thing, or idea that could conceivably be considered fun or productive of joy was just awful, because having a nice time and enjoying the handiwork the Creator went to all that trouble to fix up so nice for us is just about the worst thing a human being could possibly do, and the fact that we are all so naturally inclined to do just that is all the proof anyone should need of what terrible a thing it is.
This was back a while ago, shortly after some of the first English invaders began showing up in the region today popularly known as "New England," from which sobriquet we may sniff a little lingering fragrance of the kind of imaginative whimsy that was encouraged in that particular smear on the time-space continnuum.
There's a great Garrison Keillor quote that crystallizes the cultural zeitgeist quite nicely:
none such thing exists where your children are concerned....That truly left when she was born...and will just barely be coming back after she's grown up and gone to college and working her dream job...
happy...and remember how fun it was...
