With the six-month mark that passed a few days ago, I think another sort of threshold was passed. Every day up to then, if Scotty had managed to get the transporter working, I could have popped back into Pirin or Bar, or somewhere and been up and running within a day or so. But at the beginning of the last peregrination, in Bucharest, it was a fortnight before I was up and running at dawn and enjoying a bit of vino with dinner on the weekends
(I have a rule when travelling that the vino (which is the strongest form of mind-altering substance that I enjoy) doesn't get added to the dinners until the day is fully in place.)
There will be a bit of repair time required, I think. Perhaps not the full fortnight, but at least a long weekend at this point, ideally with some sort of sauna involved. The human frame was not designed to accomplish the feats that I have been accomplishing over the past half-year.