There are days when I feel as if I’m covered with liquid chewing gum or taffy or gelatin or something. I try to think and type and shift gears and get to my check-list of things to do. But something stronger than myself has hit the slow-motion button or something. I have trouble lifting my arms. Or my eyebrows. So much to do that I can’t seem to do anything. And then this thing turned up a few minutes ago. No matter how hard you work to make your point understood with precisely the right English and emphasis, most people are going to convert what you write into slogans and cheap ghoulash.