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

 I have been attempting to remain productive this week, even with all the focus of life around here sucked up into the election results.  The truth is, a Biden win matters immensely but is also not nearly enough to undo the damage this country has suffered, let alone to rectify the circumstances that created that damage. It seems apparent that Trump has lost, and that he is not going to be able to force a second term through chicanery.  At least that is how it is now, but it is not over until the end, and that keeps dragging on to the next day.  It is such a strange time, with so much riding on these results, and yet the irony that they are only a diverting from disaster and not a true movement towards safety, at least not inherently.  I do not know what is to come, and that has been an overwhelming dread for so long, it would be nice if this could all be dealt with, but the election results seem a clear reminder that this is all to messy to be resolved that way.

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