I can't stop watching the speeches and post convention shows on YouTube. It's getting towards obsession: swear to God I go to sleep having conversations with Trump supporters and if I wake up in the night; I carry on: "and furthermore..!" Out is my fantasy of hurdle jumping crime stopper, in is taking Meryl Streep's slot at that convention. I could make it so clear!! They just need to give me four minutes!!
Anyway -and I am not exaggerating -
Yesterday I was so lost in thought I fell down the stairs. Twice. The kind where you miss a step and are suddenly on all fours on the ground.
The last time was so bad, I actually rolled like a stunt man.
Thomas is looking at my bruises (I have to be in a bathing suit on Thursday in front of French people!!) and is threatening to cut me off from any more MSNBC.
Above is a photo I took this morning as I was cruising up the Kriegerhorn. It occurred to me that I am not taking enough photographs or picking flowers or smelling the breeze on my hikes. It's all about this stupid watch that counts my steps and heart rate. That and making deals with God about what it would take to keep DT from the nuclear Football.
Also if He would be so kind, could He please make it a blow out so I can face my foreign friends..?
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