So, the next to last day in January.
Tuesday, January 30, 2018.
That's what today is.
Except it's also the day President He-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named's first State of the Union Address.
I have a choice. I can go to bed early and read or I can watch the address.
In other words, I can have a good night's sleep or toss and turn angry and frustrated.
Easy choice....
(By the way, Kate Middleton, Prince William's wife, donated 8 inches of her hair to a non-profit that makes wigs for kids undergoing chemo therapy. Hey, Melania and Ivanka--since you're our 'royal family' want to follow suit?
I won't hold my breath but I do want to move to England.)
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