By Wednesday, November 4th, America still didn’t have a clear winner. Headlines summed it up perfectly: Now, America Waits. Wednesday . . . Thursday . . . Friday. I planted orange and burgundy chrysanthemums in the garden while constantly checking news outlets for election updates. I tossed instead of sleeping well each night. When I talked with neighbors or went to the garden center to pick up a pumpkin and some gourds I hoped my angst didn’t show. Waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting . . .