Pitiful Failure

Well, regarding yesterday, it is now inaguration’s 11, Anthony 0.
There I was, mad dash to hardware store, needed a few bits of hardware. 10 minutes and I’m back.
There she was. In front of me. Somewhere ‘tween 70 and 100 – with a change purse and a return.
Missed Prayer. Missed Oath. Missed 1/2 of speech. Missed opportunity to create available handicapped parking space by eliminating driver.
Heavy sigh. Four more years.
a-sad-faced Ant-Knee