I was very wrong about this election. I started saying “It’s going to be Hillary” back in June and I said it so many times, I started to believe it myself. Clinton had it in the bag, a done deal. I couldn’t imagine a scenario in which Trump could win, given all the negative stories about him and the number of people who seemed to hate him. And then Trump got out to an early lead and stayed there. I was confused at first, and almost as incredulous as the PBS News Hour staff at midnight on Election Day — where were those big piles of Hillary votes that were going to drop in at the last minute to save the day? They just weren’t there. All the same, I bravely went to bed shortly after 1 AM thinking, when I wake up, maybe it’ll be different — or at least, I’ll be better able to deal with it. But, when I woke up very early the next morning, my partner in crime, who had stayed up to see the final results, muttered sleepily, “President Trump,” and I knew the unimaginable had happened. Donald Trump, President of the United States. Even now, it feels weird to type it.