The mold...

Yesterday Max went to the Botanical Garden with Joseph, Miriam, Rachel, and David and Dorothy. Rick hung shelves in my office and the globe lamp, and today Maribeth came for a meeting. She had an allergic reaction and thinks it may be the mold. I hope it's just the old rugs. I've turned on the air purifier.

This morning Max was charming. He has emerged a little more each day from the funk he hit right before his birthday (when he dropped his nap). Of course, it's adjusting to Eliza, but he has never been anything but completely adoring to her.

I think that is maybe what sibling relationships are about. All your life, you will love them passionately, and you will also never forgive them for coming between you and your relationship with your parents...