After a few days of decreasing misery, I am feeling confident enough in my legs to not feel immediate terror, woe, or apprehension at the idea of walking to the bathroom that I think I can say I'm nearly functional again. (I may still hold off on driving for a while.) Last night I managed a bath with supervised exit. It still hurt a lot this morning when it had been about eight hours since my last ouch-pills, but after I had the morning ibuprofen on board I was able to get back to sleep.

Yellface continues to be pilled. Belovedest continues catching her. Last night she scrammed from the bedroom where she had been hiding, then they employed the collar beeper and found her under the dragon-sized chair. Several more days, poor little thing.