My son was in a car accident tonight near the Metrodome downtown. He and his two friends are ok; the car is banged up in front but we'll know more tomorrow after the body shop looks at it. Boy, that is the phone call no mom wants to receive:"Mom...we were in an accident...but we're all okay..."

I was and am relieved. And just tucked him in and told him a bedtime story like old times. We were set to leave for our mother-son trip to Vermont in the early a.m., but now we'll wait and fly the next morning. Tomorrow we have to deal with insurance company, police report, doctor's checkup, towing, body shop, and probably more.

But yes, he's ok. Thank you, God, for watching over the boys. (A woman driver who was driving without insurance, with dim headlights, and erratic driving clipped my son's car as he was doing a legal U-turn.) Nobody was really hurt, just the two cars.

Sigh. Time for sleep. Thanks for listening.

My son says "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".