Ah, last day shuttling about in the old jalopy, I had to laugh when the "check engine" light came on... and stayed on, that warning will stalk me no longer.
I'm more sore today than I'd expected, the incision is right where the seatbelt comes across and where I carry my over-stuffed messenger bag. I hope it heals quickly, but now that I'm not a super-healer anymore, who knows. I do know that advil is my friend.
I haven't watched any of the Democratic Convention yet, I taped it and went to bed, but G woke me up at around 11 to say "Michelle Obama was amazing!" I don't mind being woken up for that news flash.