Today is the big day, and I am stressed the fuck out. You probably are, too. For the past few months, I've been yelling at TV pundits who can't hear me and wouldn't care if they did. I've been hitting refresh on FiveThirtyEight, because if there has been some drastic polling swing in the last 30 seconds, I want to be the first to know about it. I have envisioned strapping Anthony Weiner to a rocket and firing him into the sun. And I have contemplated my own insignificance in the face of a vast, yawning, uncaring political divide -- an abyss that has left nearly half of my country ready to vote for someone I would cross to the other side of a busy street to avoid. I feel pretty good about the nation's chances of not immolating itself today, but mostly I just want to curl into a ball and wait things out in a cave somewhere. As someone who loves music more than most things, I don't have a lot of mental energy to devote to this shit today. I need to be actively soothed, and the new Daniel Bachman album does the trick. Its timing is just about perfect.