He's home and I thank the universe and the lords of chance for my Best Beloved.
The car, however, is dead. Battery died in the parking lot of the pharmacy, when we stopped on the way home from hospital to get his prescriptions. Ah well, fiddle-de-dee, la-de-dah, can't be bothered. Tow truck and new battery tomorrow a.m. before 10 a.m. Don't care. He's home.