It Was All A Dream....

     ...But you were there, and so was...the President?

     Yes, I dreamed last night that the President of the United States was my houseguest.  Actually, he was renting a room; they were fumigating the White House living quarters, or recarpeting, or something, and so he was staying at my house.

     It was awkward.  He was a nice enough guy, but I'd had to get all the guns out of sight and we were both trying very hard to not talk about politics.   He'd even brought some pastries from the temporary "Oval Office"* break room, but it was still a relief when he left for work.

     I woke up thinking, "Whew, he's left."  Then I realized there were three years still to go.

     Where's those ruby slippers?
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* Not sure how that works -- maybe he bumps Biden, who moves into the office of President Pro Tem, who shoves out the Senate Majority Leader, all the way down to where the most-junior member of the House is sitting in a guest chair in the Chaplain's office, working out of a briefcase on a TV tray.  Or maybe a janitor's closet.