Last night I had this horrible dream that President Bush resigned. I almost started crying and had the beginnings of a panic attack. All I could think was that the country was doomed and would certainly be destroyed by terrorists. Apparently, I was a little behind the times because Bush had already had his first choice for a successor turn down the offer. Who was his first choice? Lance Armstrong. Then I really started panicing.
Then I woke up to a much less frightening reality.