So what’s happened at the meeting between Trump and the North Korean guy?
It’s been a crazy day here because Klara and I decided to go explore the town, which was probably not the smartest idea because first she didn’t want to get in the cab, then she didn’t want to get out of the cab, then she wanted to hug every mannequin at the store, then she was upset that there were no daddy mannequins which reminded her that her own daddy wasn’t there, then she wanted to lie on the floor and kick the stand holding books with her feet, then she had a mega meltdown, then she thought it would be fun to throw her red ball in the traffic, then she got scared of the wooden figure of a smiling pizza man because he had a big moustache, then she didn’t want to get on the bus, then she wanted to see if my yellow pants would look nice decorated with beans from the Mexican restaurant, then I had to carry her for half a mile. And that was just the beginning of it.
It doesn’t happen often but today was one of those days. And I want to find out about the North Korean meeting but I can’t process information any more. And all I’m thinking is, wow, that’s how Trump’s aides must feel every day, poor buggers.