If you're awake, how come you don't already have your feet on?

 We have this conversation

 pretty much nearly every

 morning. There is always

 A Wait for Someone to put

 his feet on, before we go

 outside. And going out is

 very, very large. We just

 do not understand unfoot-

 edness in a gentleman.

To a certain extent, we rely on 

this first outing of the day to

help us get our footing, broadly

speaking, in the context of what

to expect of the day. We might

go to bed, for example, savour-

ing a promise from Mitt Romney;

and we take this into account in

our stride. For example, we dozed

securely in his vow to extinguish

the new civil right to health care;

and yet, no sooner had the news of

Meet the Press poured in, than he

had evidently seen a poll gauging

its intense popularity, and there

went that assurance, in his newly

generic embrace of more or less

the whole statute, except possibly

some parts which might be unpopul-

ar later on. Ask him another day,

you might say. 

We don't wish to be indelicate in

the matter, but living on a farm,

we are cognisant of where we step

in the morning, and so it doesn't

occur to us to scatter convictions

like so much night soil of a head-

less herd. Would it be asking too

much, do you suppose, for someone

to pose the question of Mr Romney, 

If you're awake, how come you don't

already have your feet on? That, or

we wish he'd keep off our farm.

Updates

The New York Times
  The Shallow End of the Campaign 
September 10th

Amy Davidson
Does Mitt have a preëxisting condition?
  The New Yorker
September 10th

The New York Times
  The Caucus blog
September 9th