I haven’t been sleeping well, but it’s looking like all I needed was a medicinal dose of Trump’s tax returns. After the big reveal in the New York Times yesterday, I got mad, but then I got happy, and then I went to bed and slept like a rock.
As Gloria Steinem said, “The truth will set you free. But first it will piss you off.”
We celebrated truth and potentially justice this morning with Dale’s amazing breakfast sandwiches: pan-seared sausage patties with melted cheddar cheese on toasted English muffins. I like a little Dijon mustard on mine. Dale goes for the yellow.
Just so you know, Dale did ask first if I was up for these tasty treats, because on occasion I have accused him of trying to kill me. But that’s all in the past. You know, those dark days when clean arteries were a higher priority. Today, there was no hesitation in my response, which was, hell, yes.
The patties were sizzling when I noticed the trash smelled funny, so I said I’d take it out. Dale said, oh, no, that’s OK, I’ll get it. I’m like, not a problem. Happy to do it. I took out the stinky trash, and he put in a clean bag.
More coffee?
Please!
Your breakfast is ready!
Thank you!
Here, you can have the front section of the newspaper.
Oh, look, more about those pesky taxes.
You look cute this morning …
Maybe I slept so long I woke up in the wrong household. This place is peaceful. The people are rested and happy. Optimistic. Is this what life could be like in the future?
I have blamed the news for keeping me up at night, but in this case, a bit of investigative journalism was the best sleep medicine I’ve had since, oh, I don’t know. 2016? November, I think.
I saw the alert at 9:30 here on east coast. Sleep best I have in months…best news in a long time. Here’s to more bombshells in the next 35 days 😀
It really did help to think reality might be catching up with him.
Donna,
This comment has been rumbling around in my brain, and in my heart, forever. This is the day.
First of all, I’d like to say that I’ve followed you since back in the days of ‘Rock the Silver’. I loved your writing, your style, and the courage in your storytelling. When you stopped, I missed your blog very much. About a year ago, I googled you and was so happy to find you here.
I’m not quite yet to retirement, but getting closer and learning from your experiences. Thanks for the inspiration, yet again.
I am also finding some karmic relief in the NY Times story confirming what we’ve suspected for so long about #45’s evasion of taxes. There’s no question that my health has suffered since November 2016, and I’m praying for some relief to that in about 35 days from now.
Wow, Vivian, thank you so very much. I remember your name. Did you buy a shirt? Anyway, you’ve made my day/week/month/year. I’m so glad you found me.
I definitely think I’ve had Trump Stress Disorder or whatever it’s called. Hopefully, we’re on the path to recovery.
Sometimes I find it’s best not to follow the news at all. I don’t need to be all stirred up. I’m happy in my little cocoon. It’s my temporary escape from all the ridiculousness in the world today.
Yes, I totally get it. I just can’t quite do it!