GOTV, baby.
If you were expecting a big glorious post about Election Day - sorry - everything that went before is done and gone; everything that happens over the next several hours depends on our individual actions. Nothing is written; our destiny is in our own hands.
I'm set to spend most of my day at the Earlysville fire station. Gitcher butts out and vote.
God willin' and the crick don't rise, we'll be listening to Willard's concession speech about 18 hours from now.
Later.
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