Back Home, Day 3

I finally got a night's sleep last night, interrupted through it was. It was certainly head and shoulders above the intermittent wake—sleep cycles I'd endured since the surgery, which if logged would probably appear to be the result of trying to "sleep-hack" my way to a higher plane.

I caught the last few minutes of the Super Bowl, and I think anyone in the stadium who goes home tonight not feeling as if they didn't get their money's worth just out of each team's last drive is probably well-nigh beyond pleasing.

Spirometer work continues, with less pain and more gain.

I spent a little time learning more about tags and capture templates in org mode, too, for what it's worth.

A new week starts tomorrow, and my dance card of to-do items is very nearly full. I hope I get as good a rest tonight as I did last night.

Cheers...