BACK FROM VOTING. I finished my morning class, caught up on some email and blogging and headed out to the First Congregational Church that is my polling place. I pulled right into a space in the tiny church parking lot, went in, and walked right up to the table and got my ballot. One person was ahead of me in line. I was out of there in less than five minutes. The women working at the poll assured me they had been busy up until that point, and I did try to pick a good afternoon time window, but there was no leftover-from-lunch-hour, backed-up line. There was a group of people behind the four officials supervising them in some way. And there was another large group of people sitting at a big table on the other side of the room. The various poll watcher types in the room greatly outnumbered the voters. There was a big table of cookies and muffins and that sort of thing, but there was no time to get hungry, as I breezed right in and out of there.