Hushbear made it to Russia, but got sick on the plane. He threw up in the cab (managed to get the door open first) and is now in the hotel shivering and nauseous.
I wish I were there to take care of him. He doesn’t do well when he’s sick. He didn’t even take the Phenergan I packed for him until right now. Yikes. He’s upset about wasting a day in Moscow. I’m upset that the plane food appears to have made him sick.