Well, I toddled off to hospital and sold my time for fun and profit (at least on my part). On the other hand, no phone messages when I got home about the hitch. Fine, no one was available to pick it up anyway. One phone message from our bug-man, and today (Tuesday) is the bug-day, so I left him his daily bread in a place he'll see it because Mama Munch isn't so good about handing over such things.
R is due home this evening. Tonight sounds like a pizza night. Yeah, it definitely sounds like that.