I have escaped!

Having pottered into hospital at the crack of doom this morning (which was rather pleasant, more on that in a minute) for the exciting happy fun of a Cystoscopy and Dilation, managed to be first up on the list then had the long and amusing wait for a consultant to show up .. (Consultants are a very busy one-night-stand, just a little more likely to call you later ... Nurses are more of a committed relationship with lots of dating ) I have leveraged the magic of 'we need your bed ...' to make my escape off the ward, out the door, into a Taxi and Home.

It is very, very pleasant to be home; where I have my own thermostat (and nobody is trying to bake me to death with it), where Ezekiel, Fergus and the Lemur are waiting for me, where the internet works properly and all my stuff is - this is a much more pleasant venue to deal with the post anesthetic befuddledness.

I should hear something within the next few days about what they did and didn't do, and what they did or didn't find - they're sending letters out and I have a followup appointment in about a weeks time. Wish me luck .

The walk in this morning was one of those random little special moments ... with the sun getting ready to hibernate I was walking in the dark and watching it turn to early dawns half light as the clouds faded in - surrounded by busy people heading to work, delivering things, Jogging very determinedly - it really made me smile for some reason, something about being surrounded by all that life I don't usually see when my mornings are starting here in the den of iniquity. Given how quickly they got me bundled off and put under once I arrived it meant I really didn't have time to worry about anything too.

The rest of this week is shaping up to be blessedly mundane, with a couple of exceptions. I plan to get some more Uni work done, get my ducks in a row for the training I need to run in the first week of November to make sure my going on holiday goes smoothly and otherwise probably potter about playing games and reading - I have the second Gentleman Bastards book (Locke Lamora and pirates? a match made in heaven) and Phillip Reeve's 'Here Lies Arthur' to entertain me with the written word, and The Witcher EE and World of Goo competing to hook me electronically in a cracky fashion.

Then just before the weekend there's another meeting of the london group - where the topic of a certain Guardian columnist is bound to loom large, then an intreguing encounter with Neil Gaiman on Friday giving a talk on Piracy and Obscurity organised by the Open Rights Group.

For now, I'm off to go wobble about the house and bibble incoherently have fun .