Today I woke up feeling hungover, even though I hadn’t had a thing to drink last night. Everything took longer than usual for me to do, but somehow I made it to work early. There is something deeply comforting about being in a library before it opens, witnessing so much latent possibility.
One of my coworkers gave me a big hug. Another coworker treated me to a hot chocolate. And then this happened:
We take care of each other. We do the work, and we fight for what we believe in, and we take care of each other. No election outcome is going to change my mind about that.
Tonight was a night like any other night. A friend and I went to dinner, and we caught up on our personal current events. Then we talked about doing the work. And we ate pickled deviled eggs, which I highly recommend, regardless of who is president.
I like what Anil Dash has to say about the work that we have yet to do.
If you know someone who is struggling with the outcome of this election, let them know that you’ve got their back. That is only a partisan sentiment if we make it one.
I’m going to post a link to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline just because.
Hollow now. Hoping that you read this and regardless of how you voted you know that we can all do better. We must all do better.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the churn of the old brainmeats.