You’ve had a cold for the past two days. All of a sudden, as after noon edges toward evening, you feel better: You can leave the room without toting a tissue box with you, you no longer crave orange juice like a whirling dervish craves whirling. Your mind isn’t quite able to conjure up workable metaphors yet, but there it is, working, no longer gummed up and sickly-feeling.

So what do you do? Take the dogs for a sunset ramble on the hill, or buckle down on your neglected schoolwork? Or do you sit there, as hours tick by, sloooowly deliberating?

C. Obviously c.