So POTUS and I haven't run into each other much lately. I actually never saw him while he was on the vineyard other than seeing him through the window of his limo. And then I was taking some time off last week, catching up on the things like laundry, errands, etc. This past week I was at the WH from Wednesday on but I only saw POTUS on Wednesday and that was when he was coming home from Cleveland from a day trip.
Then on Friday, that was our first time we really "hung" out this week. POTUS held a press conference, something that doesn't happen every day here. The last one he did was back in May and I was off that day and missed all the fun. Yesterday, though, we were travel pool which meant we had to make sure everything was all set up for all five TV networks. I actually handed travel pool duties off to my colleague Jamie and I stayed on the phone with my network's control room throughout the presser. Oh and I forgot my hands free thingy. I stood towards the back of the room with the phone to my ear for almost two hours (that included the lead-up time to it and then the entire 75 minutes of the presser.) I didn't realize how long that was until at the end when I could barely stand and barely move my arms.

POTUS took questions from about a dozen reporters. And the main thing I remember from the event was that I had never seen 75% of the reporters in the room. I'm at the WH quite a bit and travel with POTUS quite a bit and have been doing this for quite a while. I would think I would at least recognize the majority of "White House reporters". Nope. I have no idea where these people came from. Out of the woodwork? And who were they? I have no idea! Many even seemed to have WH hard passes which "proves" they cover the WH. But I have seriously never laid eyes on them!! I think I recognized more people in the Russian press corps earlier this summer than I did with our own press corps yesterday!


Also there were straws all around. Lots of straws. And blenders. And crock pots.
















But later in the evening, we decided that we should stop by the Lincoln Memorial. He had never been there and we could park nearby so we braved the heat and played tourist for a short while. Even at 7:00p, it was 94 degrees. And the Lincoln had been invaded by about 50,000 Boy Scouts. We talked to several of them who looked like they were near-passing-out and then decided to ask one of them to take our picture. I mean, that's what Boy Scouts do, right? 
