Stitches are out, jaw is back to normal (minues the small hole they had to drill in it, and at last I can bite into charred animal flesh straight from the grill. All may not be right with the world, but I'm pretty content.
Well, I have to admit, it's not bad. The wife and kids are gone for the weekend (until Sunday), so I have the place to myself, if you don't count the cats. Time to catch up on some reading and play some Civilization V.