Monday.

On the left coast, Jeremy saw Ben and Maryann and watched the 18-inning baseball game between the Nats and the Giants.

Then to the Mission, where he stumbled upon a riotous dinner party thrown by Donald in his tiny apartment.  Delicious homemade pasta was served.

On the right coast, Vince sorted through and organized a three-inch-tall pile of schoolwork.   I try not to cringe when I look at his binder.  Nothing in life gives me more pleasure than a well-organized school binder.  Apparently, Vince did not inherit that gene.

Max, on the other hand, has tendencies similar to me.  Every once in a while, the world will overwhelm her and she just wants to hide out under the bed.

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