Had a dream that I was working for retired Obama, and we had to go fetch his friend, admiral Feuer (no idea where the name came from) at his home, just down the street from Obamas’, and take a train to DC. He gave me his home address, in Riverdale, and told me how sensitive that information was, and I said, of course. He felt bad that I’d have to take a taxi to Bronx and not be reimbursed, but I was so thrilled that I didn’t care. I was looking forward to the time on the train when I was woken up at 5am.

And now, we are watching the laborious process of hooking the hoses of a tanker truck to fill up one of the two gas stations outside my home.