I imagine it will speed up from here, as each new wave promises 45 all his problems are being caused by the last lot.
Until some stable cabal finds some engaging toys and a playpen to keep 45 happy (any of his clubs or golf courses), while they do the "boring admin work dealing with the swamp, Mr President, you just go off and enjoy yourself, you've earned it."
He'll be glad to ditch the work, while continuing to appear occasionally to specially arranged cheering crowds. And they'll rule among themselves.