I slept pretty good, but thought for sure I would wake with a call from Leah letting me know she Leah was safe and secure. Not quite. I got a message from her mother that she had in fact called, but trudged off to work dissapointed that I did not get "the call". A few hours later I did get my own message (tied up in a meeting when it came). Quote: Hi dad, it's Leah, just calling to say hi and let you know i'm alive and stuff. um.... that's all. I'll talk to you later. bye-bye."

The weblog is set up primarily for Leah to share with us her experience (she's quite a gifted writer though her voice mails are pretty lame, apparently) and for friends and family to post updates so Leah can stay abreast of the goings-ons back at the home port.