They are living with us, elbows.
We moved that “Ionizer” thing closer to where they are, so let’s see if that works.
They’re sweet kids and really do help us out a lot, but D has always had breathing/allergy problems, and her sense of smell isn’t as acute as mine or yours may be, so I have always had to end my conversations with, “…and you’re just gonna have to take my word for this!” and then walk away like the wimp I am.
Even our kitty, Bert gets it, because just like Mom and Dad, they too love animals and never miss a chance to pet him and his long fur. With their nicotine-smelling hands. I’ve taken to giving him waterless shampoos in their presence, so maybe they are getting the hint.
I apologize to all the Dopers who smoke, but D is my wife, I love her, she is my primary
caregiver, and, as some of y’all may know has had two life-threatening times when she had to be admitted to the hospital for quite a long stay each time.
There’s a lot of tension right now, but I believe the young folks may be “getting the message”, because the other day they found an apartment complex not even a mile away, they’re thinking of moving into.
Now. For folks who may be thinking, “Why’s he bringing his ‘soap opera’ life here?”. (Hopefully there aren’t that many of you anymore!;))
The answer, as I’ve written many times before, is this: “Cause this is where my friends are.”
So thank you all, and I hope to have some good news soon that will help my sweet wife while at the same time keeping our little family intact. 
Q