My routine is returning.
Wednesday was my first karate class since the surgery. (I wound up missing just two classes in the interim.)
It was a challenging, kata-based class, very intense but very enjoyable, low impact but draining.
Last night I sipped ginger ales at my neighborhood pub and chatted with a very cute nurse who works at a nearby hospital. It was a youngish crowd and it was karaoke night. In between all the latest pop songs, a short, older fellow wearing a Vietnam Veteran cap sang something that sounded like an operatic aria in such a rich, booming voice that even the youngest kids there gave him an ovation. It was pretty awesome, given that this is New Jersey.
Tomorrow, I go to the hospital for a blood test and a chat with the surgeon.
Yes, the rhythm truly has returned, in every sense.