Escape from New York

I need to get away from here so badly... every dent I make in either house seems to make no difference. I can see a visable difference, but I keep hitting walls -- not knowing where to clean next.

Tonight I get to see The Boy and help him move the last bits of his stuff from The Market, then we get to drive back and hopefully have enough time to put together his real bed, and get a better night's sleep. Unfortunately, he has to work tomorrow... but he gets Monday off. sigh. Weird. Anyway, I don't care what happens for the rest of the weekend, as long as I get to be with him. Well, I suppose if we were in the tar pits, I may care a little...

I'm tired. and hot. and want this to be over.