The chorus of The Manhattan Transfer's "Nothin' You Can Do About It" is running through my mind on this extremely consequential, course-directing--hopefully, course-correcting--election night. If that doesn't signal at least a hint of anxiety, I'm not sure what would. I'm still cautiously optimistic that, unlike in 2016, things will turn out the way I want.
Alas, there's nothing I can do to influence the end result except vote, and I did that earlier today.
What would it say, I wonder, if the song running through my mind tonight was "Cast Your Fate To The Wind?"
