November 6, 2028 – early afternoon

Early last night I saw my hope for an intelligent female president begin to fade.

At 3:30 a.m. I woke up, checked election results, and learned that Trump was on the brink of winning.

He won.

I sighed and said, “Huh?”

This morning I’ve been listening to analyses of how Trump won and why the majority of voters chose him.

It makes sense–for the present. Political differences, the economy, the migrant catastrophe at the border, world conflicts, etc.

But what about the future? What about the promises he made at rallies: deport millions of illegal aliens…get even with political enemies…end wars and global conflicts with deals only he can provide…cut taxes…add huge tariffs…etc? What about the plans Project 2025 has to take charge from day one with its extreme conservative Christian ideology? Its creators are ready. Now.

I’m glad I’m old and not raising children at this time.

I’m concerned for my grandchildren and their friends.

I turned off all the commentary and analyses for a while. I needed quiet.

I have laundry to finish and floors to clean.

At 6:30 p.m. I will watch young girls and boys practice their beginning gymnastics instructions.

Later I will wash my face, brush my teeth, and go to sleep.

When I wake up tomorrow, one thought will resonate in this aging brain:

“Now what?”