I dreamed about pizza. We were on the Gulf Coast, for some reason, and Bill was starving, of course, so we stopped at a Pizza Hut. Bobby Jindal was in there with a news crew, going on about how he was Not Going to Take It Anymore, while the restaurant owner was complaining that there wasn’t any business, because the governor was in the way.
They had the ac cranked way up, and I was freezing.
Maybe the heat here has fried my brain.
Oh well, 1h22m until the day's meetings begin.
Amazing phenomenon -- dreaming of our public nightmare! It's everywhere!