today is - FINALLY! - a good day again. no, i mean a REAL good day. a day when nothing and noone can beat my good mood. today it could have snowed and hailed on my parade and i still would have gone barefoot. and here's how this was:

pleasant visitor after long time: professor skopnik sat through a rather long conversation with the two kangaroos. as announced in chapter 92, there will be another surgery soon. collin did earn it after two ripening weeks at best health. as announced this surgery will have a widely explorative agenda. but they have - not entirely unlike a chess player - some consequencial moves in mind. and this is where it starts outperforming our hopes:

there is a - not closer quantifyable - probability that even during this first surgery (of probably many more) continuity, reconnecting beginning and end, of collins digesting path may be achieved!
they are considering implanting a semi-permanent port for artificially nourishing, which in the long term has tremendous advantages over in intravenous access.

and the sheer MADNESS, the snow-and-hail-on-my-parade-MADNESS we never dared to hope: possibly, BY CHANCE there may be a way to make a transplant superfluous! this time is definately much too early for details, but take a minute to disect from what low depth we got to what soaring heights within one single month!

so anyone who still has a finger, or knows of anyone who knows of anyone who still has a finger, uncrossed, PLEASE PLEASE, keep them crossed!