In addition to the rally yesterday, I also changed hotels. The move was a democratic act. You see, I got together with the roaches in my old hotel room, and they, having a clear and increasing majority, voted me off the island. My new surroundings appear to be better maintained. The hotels in Baghdad are a reflection of much of the buildings and infrastructure in Iraq. Both hotels at which I have stayed are in the "red zone," the area just outside the U.S. controlled Green Zone. (To my knowledge, there are no hotels available for non-government employees in the Green Zone.) And both were reasonably grand in their time. But both show the signs of years of decay and neglect. For example, in my old hotel, there were four elevators. If you were lucky, two elevators were operating at a given time. Most of the time, only one elevator was working for a building that had something like 16 floors. However, if you were unlucky, the operating number was zero. I lived on the eleventh floor, and, joining with Churchill, I have generally adhered to the principle that the feeling of a need to exercise should be met with a proper response: lying down. I therefore was pleased to be "unlucky" only once.