| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's not always going to be this grey Two days before the election and I'm sitting here at my desk, under the pretense of working, listening to the playlist I made for my mother's funeral and thinking about the election. Hardly a day has gone by in the last eight or nine months in which I have not wondered what she would have thought about all of this. She was a nurse, very scientific-minded, very logical. She loathed Trump and wanted Elizabeth Warren to win the primary. She was the same age as Warren and the physical resemblance between the two women still startles me sometimes. C. is optimistic about the election. I am not. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst as I puzzle over the polls and electoral college numbers. My heart feels so heavy today. I miss my mother. What I wouldn't give to go back to the days when she drove me crazy with her logical questions and rhetoric. What I wouldn't give to just go back to feeling like she didn't understand me half the time, all the while knowing that, despite this, she loved me no matter what. At least there's finally a chill in the air. I'll take autumn's melancholy over general malaise any day. 12:01 pm - 01.11.20
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