the news ticker's ticking sent shivers down my spine today...

just briefly, though, luckily... but as of late i do get a bit jumpy when the phone's displaying certain numbers at certain times - must be bad habit... this time, however, it wasnt negative at all: tomorrow opened up a surgery slot, and benny could have his hernia taken care of. we recall: piece o'cake in comparison...

well, so the dragon will be "repaired" for what should be the last time, after that everything is honky dorey and with just very few wing flappings little dragon will pass another quality gate: home coming...

and inside us farewell melancholy mixes with welcome panic...

and i havent even published the second part of the dragon cave chapter, because the picture hasnt been taken yet, which is due to the cave not being in photographic condition, yet - a result of the "go back to mediterranean ave"- card we drew in the aupair-monopoly game... somebody pushed the button.

long way to go and a short time to get there. but giving up is - WELLKNOWN - not an option! :)