The Belaborist

The air conditioning in my office is not working today. Imagine then how slowly my thoughts come...all sluggish and oxygen-deprived. I'm trying to channel the President, because this is undoubtedly the way he functions all the time. Nah. It isn't working. I sense that if Helen Thomas asked me a probing question right now, I'd be more likely to nod out or giggle stupidly than lose my temper.