It's been two weeks since the election. I'm struck by how absolutely certain everyone is that they did the right thing while everyone else did the wrong thing. I don't think anyone did the wrong thing. There was no right thing to do. Isn't that the kind of world we all wanted? 

    I keep thinking that on January 19th, we'll wake up to find this has all been a terrible dream. And then I wonder what world we'd wake up in. Biden hasn't exactly done a wonderful job of making it feel like Trump couldn't hurt us anymore, especially recently. What's the point of waking up if your waking life isn't any better than your dream life? I wish I could say that I knew a way to make our world real, but I don't, and I don't particularly want it to be.