If they drove off the Golden Gate Bridge, they must have driven back on again, because the entire party converged upon my house just in time for appetizers.

Right now Lewis and Martin are tucked all snuggily buggily ruggily, as we like to say, in sleeping bags and cots in the outdoor bedroom in the meadow (Lewis' first campout!); Jacqui, Sharon and Steve are ensconced in the guest house; and I've just finished my day's work, an hour of which had to wait until everyone else had toddled off to sleep. Now it's me for the meadow and my own humble cot. I can assure Jacqui's devoted following that she is being well cared for and will be returned to Maine in top form -- that's if my husband will let her leave; I believe he quite fancies her!