Used it up, and had replacement surgery. Probably owing to 15,341,966 hours of basketball when I was young. The post-surgery is a lot more brutal than I had deluded myself that it would be, made worse by living on a hilly disc golf course and being unable to play. Which brings me back to why I'm not grumbling about January as much as I customarily would.
I have, however, excused myself from dealing with the fallen tree on one hole, and in fact any course work at all. I keep telling my co-owner brother than I have a doctor's note. We'll see how long I can milk that.