I noticed two things when I woke up this morning to learn that the presidential election was still undecided and was so close that Donald Trump might win. The first was how heartsick I was at the idea that Trump might be re-elected. I could feel despair and resignation start to settle over me like a heavy blanket.
The second thing I noticed was how invested I had become in the idea of Biden winning by a landslide, and the Democrats winning a majority in the Senate. I had hoped for a resounding repudiation of Donald Trump, and that didn’t happen.
As I write this, things are looking a little better for Biden than they did first thing this morning, but they are still very much up in the air. There is still a narrow possibility of a Democratic majority in the Senate, but it doesn’t seem likely.
If Biden wins, even narrowly, I’ll take it, of course. And I’ll be hugely relieved. If he doesn’t, I’ll be crushed. And as much as I disagree with the Republican legislative agenda, I don’t consider a Republican majority in the Senate to be an existential threat to the country. I can not say that about another four years of a Trump presidency.
Standing by…