Call me sentimental . . .

Today's the day, people. Just thinking about what could happen--the sheer relief, the possibility of regaining a future for our country--is choking me up. I'm sitting here counting the minutes before I can go home and watch history happen, and I'm nearly bawling. Reading the comments on Daily Kos detailing stories of voters who have faith that what they're doing, what we're about to do, will help our country get back on track. Or even non-voters, like this person:

Come on guys, make history
The world is watching you in awe.
Paris France

The amount of crap we have had to endure, the sheer magnitude of evil we have been exposed to over the last 8 (or 28, for those of us taking the longer view) years, and even the simple mechanical barriers erected against fairness we are still trying to tear down, have all combined to create the air of desperate hope in me that demands release.
This isn't the end, though, folks--this is only the end of the beginning. Turning our ship of state around will take a monumental amount of work, and the Republicans are just as adamant in their determination to block our path as they have ever been. Overcoming their resistance will take a resolute heart and an agile mind working as one to solve the massive failure that has been their rule. One election can only do so much, after all.
But oh, what an election!
If . . .