My goodness, you go on the injured reserve list for a few weeks (OK, seven), and all kinds of crazy happens in this upended world of ours. It’s been a minute, as the cool kids say. Good thing I don’t have paid subscribers, or you’d all demand refunds. No, we haven’t “gone on holiday” in the south of France, Tuscany or even northern Michigan. I’ve been busy recuperating from a September 19 knee replacement. (Incidentally, that was the last day the U.S. House of Representatives was in session to do actual work. But I digress.) I had my left knee done this time. Another partial replacement, not full. So now…