I was thinking of what it would be like to wake up tomorrow morning as President of the United States. The first thrill of waking up in the White House would soon be replaced by thinking about all of the problems and demands. What a headache.

I recall reading that Lincoln was asked one time how he liked being President.

"It's a little bit like the fellow who was tarred and feathered, with a torchlit parade riding him out of town on a rail. Asked how he liked it, the fellow said that if it weren't for the honor he'd just as soon walk."

The more I think about it the more it could be a "Take this job and shove it!" scenario.

Arf