Good news keeps pouring into Scott Wyant’s repairing body in waves, which is cool since Mr. Wyant is an inveterate surfer.

Brain surgery? Ah, that was a month ago.

Normalcy is making a heroic comeback.

Not that he has forged an instant recovery.

“I feel pretty good,” he said, as he does most mornings.

“Nothing to complain about. I have started the complete regimen of various tests and therapies that I am doing.”

On the upswing side, a Huge Step Forward Weekend looms for Mr. Wyant and his wife, Leslie Spanier-Wyant, the second biggie in a row.

“You know we spent last weekend in the Napa Valley with my wife and some of my oldest friends.

“This weekend I get to jump into the ocean for the first time in several months.

“I can’t wait to get my head under water again,” Mr. Wyant, the Planning Commissioner, said at 7:15 this morning.

“I have been completely cleared to go totally into the ocean,” he said. “The doctor said, ‘The problem is, because of your radiation therapy, you are at risk of a stroke. Will there be anyone to watch out for you in case you are having any kind of symptoms?’”

Mr. Wyant chuckled. He has been surfing from the same coastline for 27 years. “There’s a whole tribe of us that goes down there.”

All are smaller than Mr. Wyant but professionally competent, among them a Los Angeles firefighter and a nurse.

Before becoming ill in mid-April, the strapping sixtyish Mr. Wyant surfed four or five early mornings a week off the Manhattan Beach coastline.

The ocean is warming up for his return at 10 o’clock Saturday morning.

Enthusiastically, the tech entrepreneur is counting hours.

“We will be celebrating the annual paddle-out we do in memory of Zack Solomon,” he said. “Zack was the son of Diane and Jim Solomon, and he died from an unexpectedly aggressive form of cancer.”

Let the waves begin.