Poor Locke was sick the entire time we were in Provo the last week of June. We were trying to find a place to live for the next couple of years. We basically spent the whole week driving around to look at terribly gross, overpriced apartments, intermittently stopping so Locke could puke by the side of the road. Lovely. He was such a trooper. Had it not been absolutely necessary we would have been cuddled together at home. Probably on the bathroom floor.