Mr. Trump is losing on the only battlefield he knows well: the media. Millions of media savvy young people are diverting attention away from him, making him smaller and smaller. He can't stand that.
Most of the rats have deserted, with the exception of Kellyanne Conway, aka Sewer Rat Barbie. I would not have mentioned this name by which many know her, except that she chose to sneer at women who criticized her peculiar dress with the buttons as merely women who wear black stretch pants. She thinks she is glamorous; I think she looks starved and miserable. I also think black stretch pants are the salvation of womankind, since you can wear them anywhere.
Tomorrow I will get the results of the CT scan of my lungs. The TB test I got is negative. I could not get the scan done here, so we flew to Honolulu and spent the day there.
Waiting for our plane home, We hung around Ala Moana Shopping Center which was full of exquisite young women and elegant older women wearing lovely clothes. If we are going to talk about competition on the basis of appearance and taste, I think the Trump women and Kellyanne are way outclassed by these beauties. I was too tired to do much but sit, but it was pleasant outdoors. I was glad Terry came with me.
The Kaiser facility in Honolulu was pleasant, and everyone I encountered there was friendly, helpful and competent. It was quite a contrast to the hospital in Prescott Scottsdale, Arizona, where we visited Terry's 104 year old aunt. It was one of the bleakest facilities I've ever seen, with what seemed like endless corridors with no pictures, or plants, or anything not strictly functional.
More tomorrow. I'm beat. Must sleep.