Dirt,dirt,dirt,dirt

I am on the verge of some sort of breakdown. Yesterday Tom spent over 8 hours on the tractor,plowing through the endless dry, dusty dirt. I was driving home from work and I saw our place from the road and thought there was a fire because I saw a huge cloud of "smoke" in the air. It was dirt. He forgot to close some of the windows before he started this new project. There is a layer of dirt everywhere. I brush my teeth, the toothbrush is covered with dirt. I have a drink of water, the glass is covered with dirt. I hate this. Tom is losing his patience with me because I guess I'm not looking at the "whole picture". This is neccesary to get the end result. I think he likes driving his tractor around in the dirt. I'm taking a quick break from cleaning but I have to go wash my hands now because the computer is covered with dirt. Lindsay has friends spending the night here tonight because they can't move into the dorms until tomorrow. I hope they don't mind dirt.