I *knew* something had happened when I didn't see you two there at the beginning of the service. I was relieved to know that it was such a relatively minor thing as traffic snafus, but I do so grok the hating to be late for something that you've committed to doing. I can't tell you "it's alright" because, even though it was, that won't at all change how you feel about it. It was very good to see and to hug you both.

Ahh, the memory of the smell of burning leaves. We just have to get permission from the city to burn, before we do. I might just do that...