Nothing yesterday has been more exciting than this:

If you think it's easy fleshing, with this 3 meters long attached rambling passionflower you already saved by certain death a couple of times, you are deadly wrong.

When the re-potting operation ended, I was shaking, breathing heavily, not for the cold. Quite surprised, that I made it, and that I was shaking.
Hope she makes a fucking good winter now.

--post-winter update: the fucker died miserably.