We're home and he's in fine form. He remembers everything about the surgery and is a bit bummed he missed the mind wipe. The finger in question is swollen and numbed. He keeps poking at it, and I expect I'll find him setting it on fire just because he can. Boys. It'll wear off eventually, and then he'll be sorry. The doctor gave him some decent pain pills and I'm sure he'll start on his House routine later this evening.

I'm going to get a jump on some writing while he watches Brat Pitt beat the crap outta Edward Norton. Fun couple of days.