...then tomorrow I *won't* get a phone call from the garage during the day telling me that my car needs x, y and expensive z done to it.
It would be a miracle, same as if the Hobbits ever tidied their room from the current bombsite it is to something reasonable.
Also, it is interesting that today, while out and about, the little cough I have because I am so run down and low on batteries seems to cause alarm in those around me. Schadenfreude would find it very funny, and keep coughing. Or maybe add a sneeze or two in.