Paul Krugman is back from vacation, and bashing Bush for a new boss -- Bill Keller. It's been nice these last two weeks, not having to dirty my hands taking Krugman's New York Times columns apart one lie at a time every Tuesday and Friday. But now it's back to the routine -- it's dirty work, and all that... But I must say, with Krugman back I'm looking forward to an end to the recurring nightmares I've been having. You see, rumor had it that he was cycling in France. In my nightmares, I see a gnomishly handsome Krugman, suited up in skin-tight cycling gear, decked from head to toe in day-glo logos, looking like some kind of midget NASCAR race-car... an announcer's voice booms... "After 10 stages, it's Armstrong... then Vinokourov, 21 seconds behind... then Mayo, 1:02 behind.... and then -- what's this?! -- it's that dark-horse from Princeton... it's Krugman, just 1:05 behind and coming up fast...!" That's where I wake up in a cold sweat.