waiting on the libster

libby went to new york to see phantom of the opera with her french class today. it's a play that's particularly poignant to me, because it was my dear friend's favorite. she loved the music, and the story, and we saw it together in new york ourselves.

libby was supposed to be home hours ago, but the bus broke down, and a new one had to be sent for. at the last report (9 PM) the new bus hadn't yet arrived. it's nearly ten, and im almost afraid to call...

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.