So I survived yesterday’s knee surgery with no nausea from the anasthetic, and almost no pain. That’s the good news. The bad news is when the knee repairman finally popped the hood to look inside, things were substantially more messed up that we had hoped. He had to do some bone work, not just cartilege. I’m going to be laid up much longer than I thought.

Back on the plus side, I’ve got one of those cool CPM devices, idly popping my knee up and down while I’m parked on the couch watching Dr. Strangelove.