This is my vote.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Tomorrow, I will show my ID and sign in. The nice old ladies will hand me a piece of heavy paper and a pen. I will take these to one of cardboard podiums erected to give me some privacy while I commune with the electoral system. Once I’ve finished filling in all the spaces representing my voice, I’ll feed it into a machine. The nice old man will smile and give me a sticker. It’s the usual ritual. Yours probably looks a little different, but it’s basically the same in the end.
And then, like all of you, I will wait for the results to roll in. Predictions? My state will be red when the map is done. As far as the rest goes, we shall see, but at least we’ll be done with this part. I wish that was the end of it, but I really don’t believe it will be.
I expect legal challenges, recounts, conspiracy theories, and the like. Will the idiots make good on the threats of riots? I wouldn’t count it out. Personally, I’d rather seem paranoid than be caught unprepared. I am far from alone in that feeling. You should never take your safety and security for granted, and I suggest you be extra diligent in the coming days.