Found it. In the basket next to his bed where he keeps his flashlight, his glasses, a pain pill in case it's needed overnight.
This is a med he definitely does NOT need overnight. There is no reason for it to have been in that basket -- ever.
Not to mention NOT being where it IS supposed to be. Sigh.
It'll be okay. Life will go on. I'll not feel ready to fall apart when faced with a really minor crisis.
Now I can get on with what I had intended to do on one of the few days where no one is coming here and we don't have to be anyplace else -- make a batch of chicken stock for the freezer, clean out the fridge, get some overdue paperwork in the mail, ship off some CDs to a long lost friend...