I got a phone call last night. "I've got a story for you," said
my friend the caller. "You can only use this on double-secret
super background," said the source, "and attribute it to a
senior administration official."  "But you're NOT a senior
administration official," I protested.  "So? I've always wanted
to be called an SAO, and you don't have to say which
administration, right? Take it or leave it, but you don't get my
story unless that's what you call me."  "What's your story? Give
me a clue about what we're talking about." I asked.  "I know the
real reason why Cheney isn't testifying."   I paused. Do I grant
confidentiality and the distinguished but undeserved title of
SAO to my source? I thought: what would Judy do? What would
Novak do? What would Russert do?  So, ahem, I got this phone
call last night from a Senior Administration Official . . .   It
seems the Vice President woke up wimpering around 2AM on Tuesday
morning, waking his dear wife. "What's wrong?" said Lynne. 
"It's this dream I just had –