I really can't even think anymore. I managed to stare blankly at some afternoon TV when I got home this afternoon, rather than sit here at the computer trying not to read everything there is to read about the election. Otherwise I might likely have ceased breathing. I've never been particularly good at handling stress.
One more day. There's no question that there'll be lots and lots and lots of work to do after tomorrow regardless, but the possibility of having this country make a different kind of statement about what we'd like to stand for from now on is so wrenchingly promising I can barely stand it.