Found!

The keys have been found. They were in mom’s shed where she now realizes she must have put them down when a neighbor helped her put things away they’d picked up for her at Costco. They were not in the house, as she insisted, but did show up when she wasn’t looking for them, as keys often do. Let us close the cover on this novella and be deliriously happy that we don’t have to tow the car (which I confirmed was indeed required) to the dealership in order to have new keys made. Let us go forth and do something useful, enjoyable even, without additional stressors, as there are already enough to go around. Amen!