My polling place is in the community room of the small and beautiful Episcopal Church in which I married. There was no wait (there痴 never any wait). I知 in such an old Voting District of the Philadelphia Main Line that the Judge of Elections resembles FDR -- really.

There are five adults in my family and all voted.

Not kilted then, but I知 kilted now (SWK Standard). I知 sitting at the open door of my garage with the temperature at 55F with light rain.
I知 enjoying some whisky.
I知 waiting to play some guitar as soon as the election news slows down -- I知 viewing NBC via a TV connection to my laptop (HDTV via antenna). It痴 amazing what technology can do these days.

And I知 doing some laundry -- life goes on.