So I wrote up my rather absurd efforts to find my moved by Mom keys the other day. Finally last night, I had to admit defeat and call a locksmith to make me a new key to my car. The other missing keys are more easily dealt with but my spare car key had gone missing some time before so I was stuck.
Two hours and 220 dollars later, I was functional again.
So this morning, I went in to Mom’s room to find her sitting on her bed with all the sheets and blankets stripped off. In typical fashion, there were several piles of books, magazines, papers and odds and ends covering the bed.
I looked more closely. And saw my spare car key.
Guess I can skip today’s planned trip to the hardware store to make a spare!