We're sorry you couldn't make it, too. Everyone kept asking about you. I was afraid you were hopelessly lost on one of my back country roads, never to be heard from again.
As it turned out, because of the Steeler game and my wife's spaghetti dinner, the meeting didn't actually start until 7:30. It was a good one and I'm sure you'll get details as we go along.
See you at the next meeting.