Oh my gosh, I absolutely LOVE being home all the time, every single day, 24/7.

It’s nothing short of awesome, being confined to the house for work, play and every other imaginable human action.

Toss in the total fabulosity known as the daily (I’m sorry, not daily, hourly; no, wait, second-by-second) pandemic-watch news coverage offering scary predictions about the virus, the economy and the overall precarious, calamitous state of the planet earth. That’s a trifecta, yo.

“Quarantine rocks!” SAID. NO. ONE. EVER.

Speaking of rocks, could you please find a big one, smack me in the noggin, and render me unconscious?

OK, maybe a better idea is to use this cooped up time to work on my life soundtrack. You know, your all-time top songs. Stuff you’d want played at your mercy dinner, capisce?

Let’s start with just a few tracks.

There are the top preferences: “Screen” (arguably my favorite song of all time) by Twenty One Pilots; “Dancing Queen” by ABBA; “Anything’s Possible” by Fatburger; “Mambo Italiano” by Rosemary Clooney; Luciano Pavarotti’s version of the “Ave Maria;” “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond; Fastball’s “The Way;” “Now is the Time” by Charlie Parker; “My Sweet Lord” by George Harrison; Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror;” “Sex & Candy” by Marcy’s Playground; “Stand” by REM; Rachmaninoff’s “Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini;” “Havana” by Camila Cabello; and “One Hand, One Heart” from West Side Story.

Yeah, my brain is a pretty eclectic jukebox.

There’s the rap-ish stuff I love — “Lose Yourself” by Eminem, “White Crime” and “Pillow Talking” by Lil Dicky, Childish Gambino’s “Sweatpants, Redbone, 3005, and This is America,” and “Hotline Bling” by Drake.

Ones that make me think of Mom — Bette Midler’s “Wind Beneath My Wings,” “Tusk” by Fleetwood Mac and “The Sound of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel.

And natch, the Pop songs — any opera by Puccini or Verde. Actually, most classical music. He especially loved “The Nutcracker” and “Nessun Dorma” from Turandot by Luciano Pavarotti. My big brother and I made sure it was the last song he heard.

As for the classics, “Oye Come Va” by Santana, Led Zeppelin’s “Fool in the Rain,” “Baby Blue” by Badfinger (though I’d be lying if I denied “Breaking Bad” didn’t influence that one), “Baba O’Riley” by The Who and “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen. Oh yes, it is a classic. I will fight you into virtual oblivion on this one.

My seasonal selections — “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” “Adeste Fidelis,” “The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don’t be Late),” “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas” and the Peanuts Christmas soundtrack.

The Kyle-inspired songs, you know, for when I feel like crying for no good reason: “From this Moment” by Shania Twain; “Telephone Line” by ELO (sang it to him every day as an infant because it was the only song I know all the words to); “I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann Womack; and “House of Gold” about a boy caring for his ma into old age, by Twenty One Pilots.

Then there are the don’t-play-these-at-my-wake-or-I’ll-haunt-you picks — anything by Neil Young except “Cinnamon Girl,” “McArthur Park,” “After the Lovin’,” “Afternoon Delight” and “American Pie.” Blech.

Last but by no means least, my Catholic clingers — “Oh Come All Ye Faithful,” “Immacolata,” Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus” and “Let There Be Peace on Earth.” These are the ones that’ll keep me from hiding pushing my TV set off the roof, you dig?

• Kimerer is a columnist trying hard not to lose the rest of her marbles even though she’s got plenty of time to look for them.