My feeling was correct. There was no immediate danger. Once again I over-rode my instincts. Instincts which told me that everything was alright, and that I was being dramatic.

Still ... I am pleased. Patty called back. Everything was ok. Then Faith called me. I talked to her for about an hour and a half, going over what had been said and other elements of this situation. I feel somewhat selfish in that I kept her up. She has a lot to do today and she is facing it with very little sleep. I should have been more considerate.

Oh, well. Faith is fine. The weekend is still on. And the future is still ... open.