Yesterday after work I headed to Ray's and nabbed his Allen Wrench. Then I went straight to my old apartment and prepared for a laboriously long night. What I did: packed 3 boxes worth of books, 8 coats, 3 boxes and 5 trash bags (I ran out of boxes) of clothes (an addition to the clothes I already had moved prior,) two trash bags of shoes, and countless boxes of junk. I loaded my car with as much as would fit and headed home to unload, crash and get back up the next day 7 am sharp.

For my "vacation" day I disassembled a queen size canopy bed and relocated it, the box springs and the mattress to the living room. (That made me feel studly.) I loaded the rest of what I could move in my car, threw out 10 trash bags of...trash...and waited for the movers to load the rest of my earthly possessions. $80 an hour with a 2 hour min seemed steep at first, but after they got there loaded everything and unloaded in my new apartment in an hour and 15 mins with tired little me no longer having to lift a finger was well worth it.

After the movers left I stared at my formerly empty apartment knowing I will leave half of my relocated clutter unpacked for 3 to 4 months. I sat in the tub with the full intent of slowing down and relaxing but to no avail. 30 minutes later I met Mom and Tita Esper for lunch at PF Changs.

On my way home I stopped at the gas station for a bottled water and a Glamour mag. Got home, laid on the sofa, the mag fell and I was asleep. Ray called and woke me up to let me know I can now drive 15 minutes to take a nap elsewhere. No complaints though.

I'm up and about now, obviously, and I will drive off to get dinner and after dinner look forward to a well deserved long deep sleep.