I’m proud of Maryland. I’m scared for the country.

As I have every election night since 2016, I mixed myself a very stiff cocktail, turned off my phone and went to bed. At that point, there wasn’t anything I could do about the outcome of any races, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay up doomscrolling. When I turned my device back on just before midnight, the phone lit up with a torrent of messages that can best be described as wildly disparate.