A part of me is so jealous of my friends who have flown, driven, biked, ran, crawled, whatever it took to get to Washington D.C. But then I think about how cold it is there, and I’ll be here in my jammies, eating breakfast, snuggled in a giant comforter, and able to run to my bathroom anytime I like without waiting in line. Inauguration day will be just as important whether I’m here or there.
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Seattle writer, Judy Schwartz Haley, blogs about raising a toddler while battling cancer, finishing a degree, and fending off ninjas. Also, she needs more coffee.
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