Y’all. I’m beat. I’m 37 weeks pregnant and I’m basically a very large human incubator. My mental processes have slowed to the point where all I can manage is the thought it takes to find the nearest air conditioning vent so I can park my giant ass next to it in a futile attempt to cool down. The word that best describes me is “torpid”. I have nothing. No energy. No analytic skills. No snark.…






