C.J. and Toby walk and talk, and she mentions that CNN is running an entire piece tomorrow on the changes to the address. "I take it they're not praising his sensible moderation," Toby grouches. C.J. allows that this is so, and asks how things are with Congress. Toby says that there's going to be a vote on a resolution on military action the next morning. C.J. asks if it will pass, and Toby says he's just "hoping it's not unanimous." He asks C.J. what she thinks. C.J.: "The whole country's waiting for the president to carpet-bomb Gaza. I think it's a good sign he hasn't done it yet." That's kind of what I think, too. Whatever you're going to do, a day probably isn't too long to wait.

C.J. leaves, and Charlie passes, and Toby joins him for some more walk and talk. Charlie is carrying a bulletproof vest, you see, and Toby asks him what that's for. Charlie says that Jed will be wearing it at the game -- he doesn't want to throw from the stands, he wants to throw from the mound, and the Secret Service says that means a vest. Toby and Charlie quickly reach the conclusion that if they don't want Jed to make a complete idiot out of himself, especially when he's trying to throw a baseball with a big bulletproof vest on, they're going to have to take him out for some practice tosses. Charlie plans to squeeze it in between Jed's call to the Palestinians and his discussion with the Egyptian ambassador. "Yeah, perfect," Toby sighs.

In Donna's room, Josh is staring up at the TV, slumped in a chair. Suddenly, her voice floats over, asking what he's watching. Since the cable news is currently the All Bombing Channel, Josh flips it off and tells her it's nothing. He turns to her and asks how she's feeling. He says they left her lunch, and she says she's not hungry. "German chocolate cake," he says, trying to entice her, but this seems to make her feel more nauseated than before. And if it's some kind of Germany joke? Not that funny. Josh tells Donna that her mother's on her way to New York and will be catching a flight over. "How long are you staying?" Donna wonders. Josh says, with a smile creeping onto his face, that he figures if he stays long enough, a nurse will give him a sponge bath. She protests a little: "Leo doesn't need you to...?" "I'm here as long as I need to be here," Josh says firmly and comfortingly. They exchange warm expressions designed to tide the masses over for another three years or so. Josh snaps the moment in half, of course, by offering Jell-O. And just then, his phone rings with one of the distinctive silly Nokia rings. I actually had that ring back in the day, and it literally is called "Samba," I believe. It's that lame. Donna says she doesn't want to talk to anyone...