At the hospital at 6am for 🐢's ankle surgery. They're repairing the damage from the poor job they did a couple years ago on his broken ankle (seriously, when the surgeon looks at the MRI and says "I don't know why they did it this way. No wonder you're in so much pain," that's not fun to hear).
Surgery in about an hour, should last a couple hours and then there's recovery a bit before going home, but we should be out of here before mid-afternoon, I think. Oof. This is stressful.