I don’t really feel like it, but it’s time to step up my training. It’s winter and I much prefer to hybernate. Beyond that, half my guts are being ripped apart by the prospect of half Mike’s guts being ripped apart. Deities of upper Hemislavia, pray for us. He is having much of his larger intestine removed. It’s called a right hemicolectomy. He already has prepared a joke; an important message to relay to his surgeon: “Remember! Your left is my right.”
