You know, there could be mileage in this, if someone, that is, wanted to take it on - a collection of dreams about Barack Obama. I'm not alone, I know at least two others who have had dreams where they've either hung out with Barack, or idled over coffee in the White House Kitchen.

I had a very strong dream a few days ago where I actually lived there; thing is now, I reckon they want me to leave. That dream has n't come back. Got to be a sign.

On a separate note: John Updike has died; what a sad day for American Literature and for readers everywhere.