Day twelve (again)

It feels as if this should be day thirteen, not twelve. It’s certainly an unlucky day today for the planet.

You don’t have to be clinically diagnosed to be depressed or anxious today. Every sane person on every continent is probably feeling depressed and anxious. That giant turd, that anus-mouthed narcissist Donald Trump is now the President of the United States.

Hardly surprising that my writing time this morning was devoted to a rant.

May God (yes, I’m taking a punt this morning that He or She exists) have mercy on us all.