She's going to kill me for doing this, but I have to warn you that tomorrow is Gretchen's birthday. She's turning XX. Oops. Apparently, she's broken those keys on my keyboard. She's also walked away with the W. I'm having to use a pencil to poke its contact. Anyway, I don't know if she'd be comfortable telling you that tomorrow she's going to be another year older – so I thought I'd do it. And don't ask me what I got her, because if she reads this before it's time, then that'll ruin the surprise. It's been difficult to shop for her this year, but I think she'll be happy with her gifts. She's been a good girl this year.