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It seems longer, but it’s only been a bit over a month since my surgery.  Everything, according to the People Who Know, has been going well.  The last couple of weeks I’ve been encumbered with a brace, which is intended to keep me from moving my arm in a manner likely to impede healing.  It’s been awkward.

But this, too, will soon end.  According to Patrick, my physical therapist, I’m tracking the way I should be—even a bit better than expected (for age, injury, disposition)—and he estimates the brace can come off after May 8th.  I’ll still have therapy to go through and it will be a few months before I’m battling superfoes and lifting cases of books, but I will at least be able to scratch my nose, comb my hair, and eat my meals with my right hand.  It’s the small things one misses most, mainly because you never think about them until you can’t do them.

So I have that to look forward to.  I’m wondering now if I should use this shot as my official author photo or something…