And we're back! It's been a long, long recovery. So much for the surgeon's promised "you'll be 100% better by the 11th day". Only this week have I started really perking up. I've been hovering around 95% healed for a week and a half. While that may sound pretty good, that 5% was damned annoying.

New Years was good, though. I made plans to go out prior to having the surgery, and stuck to my guns when the time came. No pesky absence of tonsils was going to stop me from partying hardy.

I shall spare you the details - I know the babble of phenominal time-having-ness would just make you jealous - and just say that almost the whole crew was there, and the 2 newbies we brought along truly enjoyed the ride!

The new year brings its annual promise of soon-to-be-broken resolutions: during our regular Monday swim (my first since the surgery), we noticed a doubling of people splashing about. We can only hope that these people are typical NYRs ("New Years Resolutioners"), and that we'll have our pool back and quiet within a few weeks.

On a non-sequitorial note, my car's broken, in the shop, and about to cost me a small fortune. Well, I'll scare that bastard back into line - we're going to take a look at the new models this weekend. If that doesn't scare it straight, I'll ... well, perhaps I'll just have to buy a new car!

And that's all the news that's fit to print today.