Since Gus was diagnosed with Megaesophagus, we have some new rituals. Either Maria or I have to hold him sitting up for between five and ten minutes. Nobody seems to mind this new task much, including Gus, who gets cuddly and mellow. He reminds me a sheep, when you stand one up on its rear, it goes still.

Fate, of course, has to know everything and be involved in everything. I think she would like to crawl into Maria’s lap as well.