True, and he's finally home. Spun across 5 lanes of traffic and miraculously didn't hit any other cars, just the median.

Worst part was the insurance people called me first, and I was confused and then they said John was in an accident and well, having no other info, this was a bad thing to say to some one with panic anxiety, or even without. Luckily she was able to calm me down, tell me he was okay and get me to breathe...

John hadn't called me first because he hadn't even gotten back to work yet, and had had no idea they would call me.

Dejavu of the time the airlines at the airport told me they'd lost track of John's plane. Bad thing to say.