“I’m eight months pregnant, which is to say I feel as if I’ve swallowed a bowling ball made of acid. I’m in no mood to climb out of my warm bed in Boston and catch a 6 a.m. train to New York.
But I’m the new kid on The New York Times’s political reporting team. I’ve been at the paper for less than a month, after 16 years at The Boston Globe. I’m still learning my way around the Times building: the mysteries of its elevators, the secret passwords to its dizzying array of systems, the faces that go with the famous bylines.”