I mean that in the literal, physical sense. Hubby and I were out on lower Connecticut Avenue tonight — he needed clothes and we both needed some Malaysian food — to see a press crew avec satellite truck outside the Mayflower Hotel: site of one Universalist General Convention, our domestic partnership celebration brunch and at least one recent scandal.
About the media, I opined: “Another New York governor caught with his pants down?”
No, it seems Senator Obama was there. So that’s the closest I know I’ve been to him. Though with the surreal tack the McCain campaign is taking, I suspect early next year he’ll be living in that big white house around the corner. Can’t wait for the debate/interview in Mississippi.
I check in once a day at fivethirtyeight.com for the newest poll tracking, which you might like, too. Oh, and we have Internet connectivity at home so the blog is back.
I’m also finally reconnected in my new home. It feels good. Hope you’re settling in.
Exciting! The Obama sighting and the new home! Mazel tov, can’t wait to hear all about it.