That's been the trend here today: quiet. People waiting in line started out the day really quiet with placid expressions (especially the ladies). I mean, I couldn't tell if the people I saw had stayed up all night and were still bleary-eyed or they were disappointed at the result. Trump is the winner. Something about that leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but I've been carrying that bad taste for over a year. One would think I'd be used to it by now.
So, though the national election resembles a clusterf*** devised by brain-sucking amoeba lodged in the minds of media pundits, we can make the choice to fill other seats with people we want.