Two years ago, I was normal. I wrote novels no one read and raised children and did yoga and went to lunch with my friends. I was a feminist hobbyist. I was a democrat but I was a lazy blue state democrat. Besides everyone assured me that Hillary Clinton would win.

There was even the guy from Princeton who said he would eat a bug on television. I knew that guy had to be right because Princeton and bugs and besides he said Hillary Clinton was going to be our next president and I had nothing to worry about.

Sometimes I would worry that the reality television host would win. Sometimes I would call my husband at the office and he would talk me off the ledge. He would gently explain to me statistics and how it was a statistical improbability and did I understand how math worked.