At last, Ivan's really himself again--feels fine, all systems looking good; Michael arrived this morning to find him complaining to the orderly that his portion of eggs was tiny and could have been better seasoned, and where was his cream of wheat? Looks like he really will come home tomorrow (Wednesday) late in the day. So this is Susan signing off now; my reports have been somewhat bare-bones, I know, but Ivan told me to spare you the details. They're all his!