The Mr. had a surgical procedure on a vein in his leg today. He is home and recovering from his valium stupor, though he is planning to sit in the car tonight and watch the Tiny Town High football game. (He's abdicating his normal sideline color and play by play gig on the radio for another area team.)
His walking every hour is going to require an hourly alarm all night tonight, but so far--so good. He can already tell a difference.
And that is very good news.