After the “news”, NPR, without criticism of Mr. Obama’s remarks, repeated the story about avant-garde pollutants. Then I went to sleep.
Everything they say about the value of sleep is true.
No longer was my mind befuddled. No longer did I wonder what happened to Obama the candidate, to the leader of the movement for change. Gone were the questions of what happens to good people when they get to Washington, and what happens to their supporters. Vanished was my disgust for the DC press corps in general, and NPR in particular.
As I ambled along under the dawn of another perfect Texan day, refreshed and renewed, I realized that sleep had connected my dots. Even “Joe the Plumber” can receive revelation- it was “the Miracle on Main Street”. Now, I understood.
Somehow, my mind had made the connection while I slept: the connection between the latest in pollution, and business as usual in Washington.
It’s the water.