A brief post from a man with no feeling in his feet, and without being able to feel my feet, how am I going to dance to the new Madonna album which hits iTunes today and U.S. music stores tomorrow? I wish I had time to download it (I also rubberneck at car wrecks, by the way), but I've barely had a spare minute in between meetings and gorging myself on the delectable finger foods provided by the hotel where the meetings are being held. If it were just one or two meetings, that would be one thing, but six meetings yesterday with the same finger foods in each, gasp. If you are what you eat, I'm a big middle finger right now.
Speaking of middle fingers, Dubya was attending church a block away from where my meetings were being held. I didn't know it at the time, so the presence of all of those police cars and secret service people and all of it within sight of the White House was a little disconcerting.
That's it for now. Hope you're enjoying the TJ posts as much as I am. Before TJ, I always thought that Iowa was a county in Illinois. Now, it seems so much more than that.