So it’s done. President Trump. Where’s that damn meteor when we needed it?

Signing off to focus on small, immediate tasks and take care of a little old lady with a sniffly cold and a haunting fear of what Trump is going to screw up for her kids and grandkids. Don’t know if I can leave her long enough to do the Denver march tomorrow, but sweet husband is planning to go in my stead; may get the son to go with him.

Will gird my loins and check back in with the local resistance in a few days, when I’ve caught my breath (and gotten over the cold she so generously shared with me). Stay safe, all you lizards, best as you can.