Poor baby

Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I left for Paris this morning, Gretchen got sick as a dog (no offense to Grady). She almost never gets sick (she never even got real morning sickness despite feeling pretty lousy), plus she'll be the first to admit she's high-maintenance when she's not feeling well, so it's too bad I can't be there to take care of her. Now I'm just crossing my fingers that I didn't catch her bug before I left...