Many many thanks to all of you for notes, calls, emails, etc. All things considered, I can't remember tasting even dried basil in anything I had, let alone fresh, and this is what baffles me most about what that planter was doing there.
I returned to work today and am doing fine -- the surgery was apparently simple, but the recovery complex, but as reported, they let me loose Saturday. A delightful coincidence is that the doctor who heads Lutheran's surgery department is the wife of a coworker, so she stopped by to cheer me up as well. (I was in recovery so long only because they had to wait for regular beds to empty, though I suspect this connection might've facilitated the semiprivate (and otherwise empty) room with a fine window view.)
And thanks to all, particularly Steve, for the fritters; I'll let him try to describe my expression when I saw them. I got four meals out of them, finishing the second one here late this morning. (Thanks also to Steve for managing to stay in my living room so long when I hadn't showered in who knows how long. He is made of stern stuff.)
And especial thanks to Giovanna for setting a record for going above and beyond the call of duty. For someone who innocently offered to lug around one of the remaining non-driving troglodytes, she ended up having a much longer evening than she expected. But she handled everything wonderfully, worked hard to keep my morale up, and I plan to refuse to trip over all other planters unless she is nearby. It just wouldn't be the same.