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So, a couple of Sundays ago, we were sitting around the house watching the rain start looking substantially more solid. I was coughing my head off and had completely missed church due to the third … or was it the fourth … week of bronchitis.

DH, ever tactful said, “OMG – are you ever going to stop coughing?”

“I don’t know … hack hack … going out in the cold last night totally … hack hack… set me off. I need to like, …hack… go to the desert and dry out or something.”

He looked out at the falling slush, grabbed his computer and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

“What?”

“Mmmm, yeah, M’s online … yeah, he’s fine with it … and there’s nothing pressing here … and I can do that one thing better there, anyway …”

He snapped the computer shut and told me to start packing.

Seriously.

We were out of the house in about two hours, fleeing the cold front that was moving in. We spent Tuesday in Mountain View so Scott could work at the main Google complex, and by Wednesday night we were at my sister’s in San Diego.

Do I still have a cough?

Well, yeah – a bit. But thanks to warm(er) weather and Julia’s mad Chinese medicine voodoo skillz, I don’t go into massive respiratory arrest every time I go out in the cold. It wasn’t exactly toasty down there, but it wasn’t snowing like it was here, and we got a daily dose of vitamin C from Julia’s personal herd of citrus trees. Best of all, I actually got to see my husband for more than five minutes at a stretch. It took a while to get used to talking to him in person instead of IM over the computer, but I managed.

Now, how awesome is that?