A whole week with 7 adults who hate the not named president as much as I do--and a 2 year old we'll surely teach to hate him--what could be better than that?
This--a Trump-less week. No TV news, no radio, no newspapers.
For a whole week I experienced "trumplessness".
And it was heavenly.
In two more years, I pray and pray, 'trumplessness' can be all day every day.
I pray.
What joy that will be.
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