Oops; shoulda told you all that they did, in fact, get me out on Tuesday; they got me out the door moments before the dinner tray would have arrived, so we scooted to a little restaurant and at least had a decent, if not gourmet, dinner for our anniversary. We had friends on standby, one to drive us home and one to bring our car, which had been sitting in the emergency entrance lot all week. But the doc said there was really no problem with my driving home (just a couple of miles) so we let them off the hook. (The restaurant was right on the route home).
We just got back from a concert by singer-songwriter Joe Crookston at the Flint Folk Music Society. The man is very, very good.