Hear ye, hear ye.

I have been pronounced healthy enough to return to work – doc stressed “in a relaxed fashion!” – and I have to take more blood tests next week. What fun.
I’m hale enough to work, but not to drive myself in, due to the enlarged status of my organs. (Bring on the ridicule. I dare you.)
On another note, I baked some bread in my new automatic breadmaker. Pretty cool – and yummy too. I am going to be experimenting with different mixtures of flour and try different kinds of bread too. If you want to try some, let me know.
In the last couple of hours, I was informed that our water heater on our roof was leaking again, so I popped up on the roof to find out what’s going on, and the intake pipe to it was busted and leaking everywhere. So, after calling the landlord, he called his son, who came over, saw the problem, took a part and went to find a replacement. Hopefully life will restore to normalcy soon.
Apparently, my wonderfully psychic network at work has somehow finally realized that I’m returning, and in its joy, it exploded. Not literally, of course, but it decided to create all kinds of hell today and shot down all office operations for a while.
So tomorrow I’m riding in with a coworker and I’ll be doing that for a while until I get the A-OK from the doc, hopefully next week.