And here we are, Thursday afternoon and still in a holding pattern.

I continue to be shocked at how many people in this country think Trump is worthy of another four years. Like they are anxious to see what another four years will look like. Maybe in another four years something magical this way comes.

Meanwhile, my across the street neighbor has a new horn for his work vehicle. It plays Dixie. He blares it when he leaves and when he is coming back home.

The folks who live next door to him are black.

He has Trump train flags all over his vehicle too as well as a cardboard cut-out of Trump riding shotgun in the front seat.

I couldn't make up this shit.