Fidgety I am on this go-to-the-March day.
Unsettled as the web pages I read disappear from the White House website.
Will he nix what makes the world safe & secure for his & my grandchildren?
Does he think about such?
Er, I KNOW he doesn’t know my kids
(his loss that’s for sure)
but surely he thinks about where HIS will live if Manhatten submerges?
I bonded with the Golden Crowned Kinglet just now:
he too is fidgety.
(More words from me, Patty. See below for lovely pictures of Golden Crowned Kinglets in a poses that matched the one flitting and resting overhead as I walked Doug’s dog; his name, ironically, is BARAK and this was inauguration day; and I was rueing it and all that had lead up to it except that we were in the throes at that moment of orderly transitioning, a tenet of our great country of which I am proud and which Mr. Trump ((this is how he refers to himself on the White House website so I will too)) denigrated during the campaign.)