It's 0300 in Seattle on 4 November 2020. The election is far from over. I can't keep my eyes open. Biden still has a chance. Right now, I'll take that. In 2016 it was clear much earlier. At least that's how I remember it, seeing the crushed looks of election watchers at Capitol Cider. What a lousy night that was.

I think we're in for a rocky few days or weeks. I'm tired, but I doubt I'll sleep. Distressing that it was even close. I was hoping we'd put the madness in the rear-view mirror.