These are the times we live in.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
A metaphor for life, I guess.
At least today's drop didn't take all I gained yesterday away. But Trump's term is still fresh and new, isn't it? That's right, it's not even been 100 days yet.
I guess we'll be seeing more of these crumb remnant plates for years to come thanks to him.
In the 20th century, they called their '20s the "Roaring Twenties." I guess ours will be the "Moaning Twenties."