I don't blame you, Steph. Last night I felt such a hopeless depression. It hasn't picked back up this morning, but. It's going to be a long day.

Also, tiny woman in France, still on my list.

I don't know what I'm going to do tonight when I have to be helpful and polite to people who are probably celebraring. I hope no one says anuthing.

Although I know my manager and many others were happy and celebrating after the election

{{Buffistas}} I have 3 tvs tuned to Star Trek at the moment.

I don't anticipate encountering anyone pleased with today's event. Although I was really enjoying watching the weather forecast. Clear and 82F at home!

I had to doublecheck my PBS stations before turning on the TV -- my most local one is actually covering the election live, so I have on another one with kids' programming all day.

I feel really hopeless today. I think I believed that something would actually happen to stop this before he was sworn in.

Seriously, between Kato and the inauguration, I am a wreck. I could have handled one or the other, but not both. And I have work to do, which I was hoping would be a distraction, but now I'm wondering how much work I can get done once I take an Ativan. I may have to email my coordinator and explain what's going on (at least about Kato).

2017 is not really any better than 2016, for the record.

Sorry Steph, I hope you and Tim can have some good time with Kato in the time that's left.

I'm kinda down about the whole inaugural thing. The Dems are 5-1 in national vote in the last quarter century and are now totally out of power. There is a huge block of people who won't believe anything that doesn't come form a right-wing news source. The next four years are going to be bad.

I have 3 tvs tuned to Star Trek at the moment.

That seems like a good move.

I've got Firefly on the 'puter.

It is so bizarre, y'all. I haven't watched any coverage, and have locked myself out of fb for the day but...there are NO people on my street. Except for a few citizens going about their neighborhood business. Okay, not no one. Four people walking to the event. 4.

There is a very small rental tent across the street with bright orange vests. But nobody using it that I can see.

No noise. No bikers. Nothing.

This time 8 years ago, you could not take a step without bumping into revelers.

Weird.

I haven't taken Cagney out yet...he doesn't like wet weather...for fear of bumping into ugliness.

A friend who lives on the main walking route says she's seen a few people but nothing like we expect for tomorrow.

I don't even know how to feel about it.

I'm not sure how to get through today, you guys.

Neither do I. Last night, we went to a concert in Silver Spring (right outside of DC). It was surreal. It felt like the whole room was vibrating, dreading what is to come. Frank Turner is a folk-punk artist, and he started the evening off with this song: [link]

The room exploded, and it gave me hope. We're not going down without a fight. But today... Today I'm going to mourn for my country, because it will never be the same again, even if we undo the terrible injustices that have already happened and are sure to come. He will have been president, and nothing will change or erase that.

I'm going to be working from home (my cough got much worse this morning, psychosomatic or not) so I will probably have less distraction than I had planned. OTOH, I could potentially start drinking earlier.