The Morning of Heaves and Sighs

Have very difficult time working on book this morning. While conducting spell check, spy many wayward sentences. Heave almost as often as sigh. (Question: If took an anti-emetic before writing would I not feel so queasy? Answer: Probably not.) Arrive at office hot and depressed. Office is very very hot. Ask feebly if the air conditioner is broken. Libby is brisk. Claims that she is so cold all the time that she loves the heat. She opened all the windows to get in a breeze. Point out that there is no breeze to be spoken of and strongly urge her to please close the windows and let the air condidtioning do its job. she finally agrees. When cold air finally begins to penetrate, and become human again, realize that am late for meeting. Run down stairs. The New man also in attendence. He gives an extremely friendly wave and I sit down next to him, thinking to self that One Neve Knows How Things Are Going to Turn out; before we have a chance to talk, meeting starts. During meeting draw faun, phallic looking seltzer bottle, and letters, F, G, Z and R because like shape. (Damage from heat apparently permanent.) After meeting, am grabbed by the New Man who asks, would I please tell him where the Contessa is staying? He's worried.