The other day at lunch, someone made a comment about current affairs, and I started to say how relieved I was when the president rescued the sailors trapped in the submarine off the coast of North Korea. Seriously. I started to say it. I caught myself at the last moment when I realized I was remembering something from the t.v. show Commander in Chief, which I had watched while walking on the treadmill that morning.

Maybe it is because I watch the show in the dark, before I’m fully awake. Or, maybe the writing really is so good that it sucks me into another reality and makes me think I live there. I don’t know which is true, but I do know it makes the 43 minutes on the treadmill whiz by. Thank goodness.

I discovered another amazing fact about myself as I’ve been watching this show. I don’t want to be president. I used to think I might like to get into politics. At one time I even toyed with the idea and played out the scenarios in my mind. Now, I watch the show (and the alternate reality of our actual political process) and realize I don’t really want to be part of that.

I could, however, really get into the role of First Grandmother of the White House. I could bake cookies for the president and remind her to eat in the middle of a crises. I’d be good really good at that.