The election certainly did not turn out the way I had hoped and, honestly, I am still trying to get myself out from under the strange haze that's enveloped me since late Tuesday night.
But the sun rose as usual this morning.
I woke up and l'm still breathing.
I was heartened to see that Hillary won the popular vote, which just points up the idea that the Electoral College system, which was initially designed to preserve power for the less populous southern states where slave-power fueled the agrarian system, needs to be changed. But that's a battle for another time.
For now, I have to have faith in our system. As much as I can't stand him on a personal and business level, Trump will be the president, hopefully for all of us, as he pledged yesterday. I have to hope that much of his nasty and hateful rhetoric was an act in order to gain attention. I have to hope that his advisors and Congress, including the many decent Republicans, will calm him and make him behave in a manner that won't shame us in the eyes of the world.
Hopefully he will reach out and try to hear those he demeaned in his campaign rants. Of course, we cannot forget what he has said and done over the years, and we will need to remain vigilant that he doesn't try to repeat some of that terrible behavior while in office. Hopefully Congress and the court system, if necessary, will act as a check...hopefully.
I will probably find it difficult over these next few months to watch the news on TV without the remote in my hand, ready to flip the channel so I don't have to hear his voice. I will rely on newspaper reporting, and if I see a headline that scares or disgusts me, I can avoid or delay reading that story. I certainly won't be watching the inauguration in January.
I know...it's burying my head in the sand, but that's how I feel I must cope for now.
And, above all, I will continue to hope that good triumphs over evil and that love ...and decency...trumps hate.
That is how I expect to get through these next few months and the coming four years.