Writer's Notebook, Day Seven-Hundred-And-Ninety-Three

I am trying to be optimistic with the results, but also am afraid that being optimistic is just set-up for things to turn.  This slow burn of a process is wearing out all of our nerves, I know, and it is not looking as if the answer will be clear for at least another day, though that too is not certain.  This does not even consider the fact that Trump is ready to fight any way he can and to do anything that will make him the winner, even when it contradicts democracy itself.  The possibility that he might take some action that places the results of the election in jeopardy and takes this decision out of the hands of the people is too realistic given who we are dealing with.  But, it does seem, at the moment, that Biden is winning, and the process has largely gone smoothly despite the tantrums from the White House.  It scares me, I suppose, to feel that possibility growing right now, but I suppose all of us will be dealing with some level of that, a mild analog to living with any kind of molester or oppressor in our life.  If it is truly at an end, their are still so many deeper questions to deal with, issues to resolve and problems that continue, but their may at least be some sense of relief and possibility.

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