Don't Be a Dummy

I know what it's like to be dumb. I don't know if I qualify for Mensa, but I generally acquit myself reasonably well in the category of basic intelligence. Yet a standard-issue head cold has me in a funk. A cashier had to walk me through a credit card purchase yesterday. And as I sat at a desk last night I realized that I'd been staring into space for five minutes without firing a single synapse in my brain. My temporary sickness makes rudimentary thought processes particularly challenging. So please forgive this roadkill image. It's the time of year when young, inexperienced squirrels tend to meet unkind ends. I can relate.