Election night

Tomorrow, I’m going to eat lunch under a big tree. This is all I know about tomorrow. Tonight I’m not going to sleep well. I’ll do my job tomorrow anyway. I’ll make it through the day and that’s all I know about that.

I voted earlier this week and wondered if that would be the last time I’d vote in an election in this country. I did what I could. Since I voted I’ve wondered what my options will be come January as this election will impact my job, my life, my family. I can’t make any plans until tomorrow. I bet the answers will come to me at lunch under that big old friend of a tree.

I hate election coverage. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Know why I hate it? They always “call” elections without all of the votes being counted. They should have to count every vote before any press declaration. Some news outlets called my state with 0 precincts reporting! That’s crystal ball nonsense! And I hate how every stupid election before all the votes are counted, candidates concede before counting is even done. This is weird and frustrating. If we want more people to vote, we need to not do things that make voters feel their vote is meaningless, that if it’s not the first one counted it means nothing. That postmarked by date should mean something (it doesn’t when a candidate concedes without those votes counted).

This week is going to get messier regardless of the vote. I’ve been nervous all week, more nervous all day than in previous days. I’ve grown tired of keeping a tense peace with fascists who share some genes. I have a list of friends to kick to the curb because it might be just fine to not be friends with people who want little 18 year olds to bleed to death from ectopic pregnancies, flush the EPA for someone else’s profits, watch as vocal opponents to the party are declared enemies of the state, and the list goes on. If this goes south, what the hell are we going to do? I don’t know. Cut and run, and then where? Stay and suffer? Something else? Maybe it’ll come to me at lunch under the tree.