First I was wrong about Grasso, and then the Jefferson Hotel started handing out flashlights. (I still think everybody in Washington is overreacting to this hurricane, and I’m going to go right on saying so until the moment the lights go out.)

Oh, well. There’s this to console me:

After my jog I went into the Jefferson Hotel’s fitness room, where I found three magazines laid out: “National Geographic,” “Martha Stewart Living,” and…”National Review.” If you want to get your heart pumping, try using a Stairmaster while reading Ramesh’s cover story (“Government spending has been growing faster under Bush than it did under Clinton”).