The weather in Mexico City this morning is gray and chilly and mirrors my own gloomy disposition.
I am sad for my country, ashamed that so many of my people fell for that vile demagogue (although at this point it still appears that Hillary narrowly won the popular vote), and fearful for the future of my nation and the planet.
I do not want to live in Trumpland. I have lived in the same house since I was three years old, so the idea of pulling up stakes is daunting and frightening for me. Nevertheless, I am going to have to do a great deal of thinking and consider the logistics of moving to Mexico.