Back to reality with a fairly resounding kick in the balls. It snowed like hell for just long enough for the commute to suck, Oompa-Loompan crotch grabbing media weasel Donald Trump is voted president of the US, and let’s garnish that little amuse-bouche with a little threat of redundancy at work. Epic. So, as an optimist, I go to my default setting of “it could be worse” and try to figure out a plan. All that planning hurt my head, so I retreated into season 7 of the Gilmore Girls on Netflix, ate 2 Rustlers and a full share bag (yeah right) of mini Double Deckers. Meh.

So, reviewing some of the photos from last week, prior to any thoughts of Mexican wall building and looming personal financial crisis seemed like a plan, and it helped. We will be back here in a few months, so the rest of it can go knickers.