Max keeps on breathing.


During dinner last week I looked in on Max twice. This was because I thought it necessary to check on breathing. And he was, of course, continuing on, wrapped up and blowing warmly, strongly, mocking my unnecessary interventions.

When awake, he is reaching out, crowing and singing and winning everybody.


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