I was at work, answering one of fifty support requests. Reinstalling software and talking to customers and telling tired jokes to diffuse their frustration.
Some didn't have it so lucky. Others had it real good. Some felt a little pressure. Some were doing business as usual. Some were protesting small things in big ways. Others celebrated big things in small ways.
In the end, it was really just another day. Another smooth transition from one leader to another. A continuation of our government and social stability, which is rare in the world today. Tomorrow will be another day at work, or at school, or in the hospital, or in Iraq or Afghanistan, or sleeping under a box on the street, or making phone calls, or going to the store. Tomorrow will be the day after all this stuff happening today. Where are you now? Where will you be tomorrow?