No Name for It

I had insomnia last night. I lay in the dark listening to the snoring of our dogs and then some distant thunder. Not even a hefty tome on Marxism and pedagogy could put me to sleep.

I thought about Barack Obama and what it says about our nation’s standing in the world when Vladimir Putin gives the President a chance to save face. I tried to think of an analogy–something involving Typhoid Mary–but fell asleep.

Oy!