I hung out with the Stalwart Dems, as I call them, for the first three hours of election returns. That's Bob, the transplant from Brooklyn in the glasses and cap waving on the left. And on the right are my new friends Susan and Sean. The gloom descended on the room early on, and people started drifting off after ten. No one in the group expected Nebraska to turn blue, but they were hoping that a ballot measure to retain the ban on the death penalty would pass; it didn't. By close to eleven, I was starting to fade, and took my leave. Luckily, I was by myself when Florida was called. After that, I was caught between my need to know and my urge to curl up in an anxious ball. I slept maybe four hours in all.
- I checked and the sun still came up.
- I haven't looked at Facebook in a week, and I won't look today. People are so upset.
- I didn't like either of them.
- If we get the Donald Trump we heard in the acceptance speech, I think we might be ok.
- I went to the GOP celebration and it was very low key.
In the time remaining: more listening. Much more listening.