Also I found out that my department's two secretaries are Trump supporters so they're officially dead to me.

I spent yesterday grieving, if you could call it that, and today I'm back on my feet.

I'm angry with my own profession; we all were so convinced of things going the other way that perhaps we were blinded by the truth and the fickleness of human psychology.

Maybe that is also contributing to the state of shock I feel; we were all convinced, and we were all wrong.

I'm ashamed of white women in particular; we failed our sisters of color by voting in large margins for such an awful misogynist.  Then again, most of these particular white women probably come from older generations so I shouldn't be terribly surprised.  Still though, it is shameful.

There is nothing more I could have done, I know, but I still wish I could have done something more.  The comfort I have in all of this is that my state went blue, and my state's biggest city is one of many that are protesting right now.  If I could, I would be with them.

Maybe I should head down one day, and stop my own free riding.