Life in hell...

I've been recruited for two days in northern Ontario at a military base.

I'm to be spy for a friend, whose boy is moving out as I type this. My job is simply to ensure he takes nothing he's not entitled to.

It's a fun job, made even more tantalizing by the fact that I'm alone, I have two cats circling and hissing at each other -- not to mention a cold compounded by allergies.

Tomorrow I return home.
I can't wait.

I feel like a sinkhole for everyone else's failed relationships right now.