Nuh-uh. Everyone I encountered was subdued, quiet. No one talked about it, just went on with work in a very unconversational and dull way. No one seemed to want to meet each others' eyes, as if looking too long would lead to talking they didn't want to do.
After Dubya won, I wept and howled and tore at my hair. Today I'm just...tired.
This entry was also posted at http://amanuensis1.dreamwidth.org/313535.html. Feel free to comment at either location.