This weekend was not supposed to start out this way.
As a surprise for The Lawyer, I was actually going to whisk him away for a night or so. He puts up with incredibly boring weekends, in which I'm studying or distracted, and I figured that this weekend was a good one to remedy that. There was a great B&B on the Jersey Shore that looked amazing and while under the influence of 60-degree temps. last weekend, I almost bought a Groupon for it.
Alas, it's a good thing that I didn't, because in the course of a week, the temperature dropped to the 30s, The Lawyer got called to New York to litigate a big case with one of the partners, and I got sick.
I'm sure that the latter is nothing more than an evil medical school virus running amuck, but instead of coming over tonight to see me, The Lawyer texted that he'll probably just go straight home from Union Station tonight and drive out to Virginia tomorrow. Thus, the following text conversation (from the Amtrak train where he is) ensued:
The Lawyer: I'm going to snuggle you so much this weekend!
Me: Well, I'll tell my body that it best corral its contagiousness by tomorrow night then!
The Lawyer: Haha, get those macrophages working!
Haha...he said macrophages! And, he used it correctly in a sentence too! Next thing I know, he's going to be talking about lysosomes and oxidative burst reactions.
I heart him.