A Day Without D.J.T.

I did it. I didn’t think I could, but I did. I made it all day without reading about Donald Trump, checking his Twitter feed, or even watching the late night talk shows we DVR only to watch the opening monologues.

I have somehow become OBSESSED with D.J.T.

I check his Twitter accounts at least ten times a day – and I’m not really even on Twitter… I just Google “Donald Trump Twitter” repeatedly.

I read every article I come across on Facebook and every subsequent article once I follow the initial link. I watch every speech. I seek out Kellyanne Conway interviews and Sean Spicer press conferences. The whole time I’m reading or listening or watching, my head is involuntarily shaking, ‘no’.

I update Matt on DT’s doings throughout the day.

Matt and I walk around the house saying things like, “I make the best sandwiches. I make better sandwiches than probably anybody else.”

We punctuate most of our other sentences with “Sad!”

“I can’t find the remote. Sad!”

“I’m starting to get tired. Sad!”

And, when Pearl gets bratty and needs a little time-out in her crate, we chant, “Lock her up! Lock her up!”

I dream about Donald and I wake up several times a night asking myself, like the viral video of the kid that got anesthesia at the dentist, Is this real life?

I would like to add that I’m not normally a political person. This past November was the first time I’ve ever even voted. Truth be told, before this past election I’ve never cared enough to try to really understand what various candidates wanted to implement or promised to correct. But, I’ve also always maintained that if I didn’t vote, I didn’t have the right to complain.

Sure, I may have mocked GWB’s grammar, but his only choices that I complained about were his word choices.

At any rate, I felt like an educated voter when I went to the polls in November. And by voting this go-round – I feel I have earned the right to closely monitor everything DT says and does and sit and shake my head.

Among just general disgust for most everything about DT, I fear for our safety. Matt and I have paid a deposit on an eleven day trip across Europe later this year – and not only would I like the world to still exist in September – I’d like to feel safe while traveling abroad. And, I really don’t want to be perceived as being associated with the orange monster simply because of my accent.

So what did I do with all my extra time today? I wrote 2200 words, edited another 4085 words, did laundry, emptied the dishwasher, and walked Pearl a handful of times.

And, how did I feel at the end of the day? Actually kind of better…. I’m curious as to what all I’ve missed and anxious to Google “Donald Trump Twitter” tomorrow morning, but I’m certainly less angry than I have been for the past 29 days. (But who’s counting?)