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After visiting various campaign offices, I saw the countdown to election day calculated in weeks, days...even hours. So it was no surprise that today - the day after the election - was a giant black hole. Inboxes were full. Emails not returned. The oiled campaign machine ground to a stop around midnight. Campaign workers who operated for weeks on little sleep and long hours celebrated or consoled their candidates. Candidates long groomed to get out their message no longer needed a public platform to pontificate. It was over.
Today was the day for personal phone calls. Thank yous to the volunteers who made winning possible or losing an unfortunate turn of events. Today was a day for sleeping in - or as one candidate's wife told me - a nap. Today was the day for taking a deep breath, until I banged at the door. That's the thing about the news. Even when the political campaign ends, the political coverage continues. I needed a follow up story even if I had to drive 100 miles around the Commonwealth to get it. Which I did.
So while the candidates may have been relaxing and luxuriating in the comforts of their homes, I was the crazed reporter flying from county to county, hoping to make deadline without winding up dead. Glorious results in my own race against time: I made deadline. Now I'm going home to unwind!
November
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