Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Sick, Sick, Sick

It's 9:20 pm and I think I'm going to be sick.

Trump was right. There are the hidden Trumpers.

Tomorrow, the world may change and not for the better.

More later. I feel so awful.


  1. Settle down, lil white horse, cuz it's not over yet ... smiles ... Love, cat.

    1. It's over. All over. ((((sobbing))))

    2. ... there ... there ... have a carrot or an apple ... piece of sugar? ... then we'll go out for a nice ride ... your horse or mine? ... then we'll have some Carlo Rossi white wine on da porch ... then we'll sing: Will the circle unbroken and such ... hmmm? ... there ... there, lil white horse ... Love, cat. PS My travel blog is: http://ckpeacemaker.wordpress.com/

    3. Mmm, wine. Yes, I feel better already.

  2. I feel like my stomach is always going to be wound up this way.

  3. A major battle has been lost. But the war is just beginning. Where's Winston Churchill when we really need him?


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