I dreamed about President Obama last night.We were standing side by side and I had my arm around his skinny little waist. I looked up at him (He’s way taller than I.) and I said, “I love you, Obama.” I suppose it was too up close and personal for him to respond, “I love you back.”
He did, however, give me that famous sparkling smile.
I learned recently that I actually know a person or two who are going to PEOTUS Trump’s inauguration (or as I sometimes say in-nausea-ration). I suppose any inauguration is historic and worth attending. This one is especially so because it’s the first we’ve elected a fascist.
I’m 73 years old and have voted in every election since I came of age. This is the first time I’ve feared that a presidential term would be the beginning of a very long four-year nightmare. I pray that I’m wrong.
Back On My Own 
My dearest sister, Thank you for your expression of the concerns that I too share, and I believe everyone in your “S” family. We love you and appreciate having you to be a voice for us. Kathy
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Thank you, Kathy. You are most kind, as always.
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