So we're in the middle of our morning briefing known as a "gaggle" when there's an abrupt interruption. "We have to evacuate," is the word. A dog has tested positive on a vehicle not far from our temporary quarters just off the White House grounds. So we quickly exit and huddle in the cold in front of the New Executive Office Building. Ever since the "real deal," when we were moved on 9/11, there's more seriousness given to these events. There was the usual banter and camaraderie outside, but still in the pit of your stomach you never know. This time maybe it was some residue left in a or a dog having a bad day, but for 40 minutes, we didn't know for sure -- until the "all clear."
That's how it is these days.