Stopping Just Long Enough to Catch my Breath

Well, Laurie was able to hook up with Tim and Meaghan and Chris without too much trouble. It turns out they weren't at the Phish concert. [Shows you how much I know!] They just happened to be in the same state as the Phish concert (and since the state of Vermont is so very small, that's almost like being AT the Phish concert). Anyway, they were camping in the Green Mountains, and Tim's car broke down. And it rained. And they were all very tired when they got home late last night I'm sure. I told Laurie that some of my far-flung Blogging friends (btw, how does it feel to be "far-flung"?) had been praying for her, and she was really moved. There is a bit of a back-story here concerning Tim which I won't get into just now, but thanks for your prayers.

By the way, Tim's car is now sitting in a service station in Brattleboro, Vermont. And the owner of the service station is an elderly gentleman who uses spare auto parts to create elaborate garden-sculptures in his back yard. He says he once studied under Alexander Calder. Since Tim and Meaghan are both art students themselves (here), this is just, well, kind of neat.