The arrangement was supposed to work something like this: I was going to go down to me dad's place Tuesday night with the baby. We spend the night, then spend the fourth down there celebrating (yay yay independence blah blah blah *apathy*), basically by having dinner at my mom's place and going out to see fireworks after, and then the morning after I was gonna hop on the train and spend all day choring myself out so that I could have Friday to relax... but, well, it didn't quite work out. I didn't get back until a little while ago (a few minutes after 5 pm, bleh) and I'm hot and tired and sweaty (and stinky, I need a shower) and not really motivated to do any cleaning any more. I didn't catch the train back up to NYC until around 2:30 or so, and then a train broke down ahead of ours between Newark and NY (in other words, less than 10 minutes from our final destination) which took probably 30 minutes to clear out. Then I went and walked up to the bus station and caught the next bus back, and here I am.
I really ought to clean. Really.