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Over the past few days, I have commiserated with my co-workers; we all have the same opinion on how things went down. Every time I have walked past a white man in the Pentagon, I have wondered, Did you help screw us over? When the IT guy who I have been struggling to get any help out of for my computer, which has been dealing with an Outlook issue eating up the hard drive for a couple of weeks now, I was relieved when he was black; that meant I had no problem being nice. I felt better when I saw the tweets about the protest marches last night, and especially the messages they chanted. But then came the tweets reporting all the hate crimes. Now the details start coming in about what Trump's going to do. Leonard Cohen is dead and I am numb.
Also, I came home after having ended my week with a swim as usual, and learned the water heater was down. Unable to face the prospect of a cold shower, I ended up washing my hair in the sink for the first time since I was a child.
At least tomorrow off means I'll be able to watch the entire Trophée de France live. That's not the only work I'm going to be doing for Fansided either this weekend. My sister is making speeches about providing people comfort to help them get through the next four years.