In 1993 on Inauguration Day, I dressed nine month old LD up, got fixed up myself and sat on the sofa with her to watch Bill Clinton's first Inauguration.
Clinton's election made me happy.
Today, LD is off at Art School, I'm at home with cats and dog. I'm in my flannel jammies transfixed by history unfolding on my TV.
Wish we could hear TD Jake's message at the private worship service. He's articulate and smart.
I hope Michelle Obama's outfit is lined with thermal something for warmth when the ceremony moves outside.
I am having a happy attack.