Safely ensconced in my new room, enjoying sound of HaHa and Roommate J typing away on their computers, and eagerly awaiting the start of classes tomorrow, my reverie was (not shattered, but rather) paused upon receipt of the following e-mail:

[Nom de Plume],

Check your voice mail. [Former COS], former White House Chief of Staff, may call you to talk about Leo McGarry on West Wing.

Love,

Dad

Seriously. It is moments like this when I'm glad I have not only a blog, but a sense of what would be a fabulous story that overwhelms at every turn my sheer terror. Of course, he might not call, but if he does I'll have, if not one for the proverbial grandkids, one for the facebook status. And a David Sedaris-sized essay. I love you Dad!