Trump . . . . Fixed Me?

Saturday started out as a rehash of Friday . . . I just felt like crap.  I was disappointed that the hangover of my exhaustion from yesterday continued as I was prepared for a day exploring with Cheryl, including getting her a "surprise".  

So, about 11:30 a.m. I willed myself out of bed, got dressed, and tried fooling her into thinking I felt better.  To get her to go, I had to tell her my surprise - a trip to the jewelers across from La Procope where we had lunch on Monday (remember Napoleon's hat?) and she had spotted a sleeping beauty turquoise ring that she had her heart set on.  With her birthday coming up in about 3 weeks, it seemed like just the right present.

We metro'ed there and by the time we got there, I was wiped out from the steps in and out of the metro, but putting on a good face.  We got the ring and then set out on foot for what I thought was the Pantheon just down the street in the Latin Quarter.  Mais non!  It turned out to be a large library just on the road that borders the Seine River, and I'd had enough.  We summoned an Uber and came back to our apartment rather than struggling up and down the stairs of the metro once more.  The metro system is fabulous but not for the handicapped as I haven't seen any kind of elevator access anywhere.

Straight to bed again and just as I was snoozing away, a dream came to me.  In it, Donald Trump, myself, and three or four others were in a small enclosed space when, out of nowhere, Trump passed out cold and fell right on me.  I broke his fall and helped him onto a cart of some sort and went looking for medical help for him.  As I was calling out for the police or an ambulance, I woke up!  And, amazingly I was a TON better and hungry for the first time in two days.  Donald Trump saved me.  Too bad he can't do that for America but, then again, it didn't need saving (except now from him and his awful sycophants).

I got up and we walked down the street to a nearby Brasserie where I had a killer hamburger and Coke Zero, while Cheryl enjoyed some tortilla chips and guacamole.  From there, we walked on down to a nearby grocery store and bought a bunch of fixins for a homemade dinner of red pepper pasta!  Cheryl is making it now for after Saturday evening Mass about a 10 minute walk from here at A La Basilique Notre-Dame Des Victories (The Basilica of Our Lady of Victories).

Mass was, of course, all in French and I can understand about 4 out of 100 words.  It is much easier in reading French for me as there's no time pressure and hearing it adds a lot of time pressure.  This particular church had its cornerstone laid in 1629 by King Louis XIII who dedicated it to his victory over the Protestants at La Rochelle in 1628 during the French Wars of Religion.  It is famous for the ex voto offerings left there by the faithful, including over 37,000 devotional plaques, silver and gold hearts, as well as military decorations.  Like so many of these European cathedrals, it was simply stunning.  

So, in summary for today, I'm about 90% of normal and it feels like the world to be better than the past couple days.  And to think, Donald Trump snapped me out of it and saved me!  

Bon soir.