Going dormant; waking up

In which life goes on despite disappointment & despair

Since the election, I’ve been suffering, as so many have, from the loss of all my moorings. I went to sleep on Nov. 5 knowing — I thought — the essential mind and temper of my country. I awoke assured that I did not.

And so a long night ensued of questioning and doubting. And during that night what I needed most was silence. No pundits screaming or plea…