It is nice to be home. Even if it's only been a few hours. Even if I have a ridiculous amount of things to accomplish tomorrow.
Friday's are supposed to be slower paced days. Tomorrow will be crazy. And I'm nervous.
I will talk with the doc about what the leak of the dye means. What my options are. What the chances are of my back returning to pain-free. Before the accident.
And I get to kick-off the ski season. Vicariously, since we have no snow around these parts.