My warranty is definitely up.
There's the knees, which are doing pretty well these days but still not 100%. There's the back, which is better, but by no reasonable definition of the term is it good.
What I had attributed to the occasional missed nail during the woodshed project is apparently either a sprained or a dislocated finger. And of course it's my right index, which is all kinds of inconvenient to try not to use.
Last week, I did something evil to my side. Hopefully, it's just a badly-pulled muscle -- hopefully, because the other option is that I cracked a rib. And if I managed to do that merely by sitting at an odd angle for half an hour, something is decidedly Not Right.
Tomorrow, I'm getting the first batch of a mouthful of fillings. Thursday, I'm getting a second nerve-block injection in my spine. Oh, and the day in between? That would be my birthday. Do I know how to party or what?