Three Generations of Stuff

Morning, Glories!

We got the last of the heavy furniture out of my late cousin's apartment, yesterday (a day late, but it's a weekend so we had slack). She had about three generations of stuff crammed in her little place.

We were working 'til Midnight with a couple of muscular yout' and me. When I say heavy furniture, I mean "should have arranged for professional movers" heavy. Big electric recliner, electric hospital bed, appliances that we had to wreck things (a tiny bit) to get out of there.

Today, I am sore as I haven't been in a long while, certainly since my weeks-long illness last fall. Used muscles I haven't used in a while. Like this one.. ow! and this one.. ow!

Feels kind-of good actually. To know I can still do such things and not be totally hospitalized in the morning.

Plus, I don't think I considered politics or the world's situation the whole time. Which is good, because I couldn't drink 'til we were done. Hahaha. Urk.

My sad tale is done, I'll go see what alla y'all been saying this a.m.

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