(Emergency) Edition: A marathon, not a sprint

We keep running.

Well.

Here we are. It is Wednesday morning, November 6th, and the glass ceiling remains firmly in place. In fact, it feels more like a 19th-century ceiling: low and dark.

When I woke my boys up a few hours ago, they asked me who won. I told them, and they were disappointed. I explained that people get to vote (man, I hope we still get to vote in the fut…