My reaction was trepidatious.
What the stormtrumper brigade might have done because they could not accept defeat made me very nervous. And it was bad — but nowhere as bad as it could have been.
That feeling of impending doom was probably exacerbated by my travels with my sister from CT to AZ at that exact time. Missouri (AKA Misery) was scary; we were passed by caravans waving flags and guns.
We learned the results days later as we self-isolated in a Phoenix hotel. After DAYS stuck in this hotel without definitive results, I heard chanting as I slept, eventually waking up to my sister repeating the chyron across the TV screen: “Joe Biden elected president!”
Oh and then the aftermath in Maricopa happened …
Quite an adventure.