Today's ramble will be brief. I promise.

I got up early-ish this morning and headed out to the storage facility. Last night I packed six small (but heavy!) boxes in the trunk of the car so I'd be ready to go. Naturally, when I got there the manager, Mick, wasn't around to set me up with the new unit. So, I drove down the street and filled up the tank. When I got back, there was another employee there who took care of the paperwork for me.

I was surprised at the rickety-ness of the ascent to the second floor. The stairs were built of wood. I could see gaps in the wood, and every step creaked... loudly. I understand why Mick lets these units out reluctantly— his apartment abuts this area, and it would be annoying to hear people clomping up and down the stairs. That's exactly what I did for an hour— clomp up and down in my heavy boots. I made a racket. In all, it took me 30 trips up and down the stairs to get everything transferred and get the new boxes in place. 16 steps up, 16 steps down, for a total of 960 steps. I was worn out when I finished!

Going on momentum only, I went home and loaded the car with old clothes again, which then went to the landfill. I hope to only have two or three trips back there.

I also bought some shipping boxes, which I plan on packing tonight and shipping tomorrow.

I'm sitting at Starbucks now. I can barely move. It's not that I'm in pain. Rather, I just have no energy left. I plan on going home soon and playing some WoW while by body recuperates. This evening I'll work for a few more hours when it's cooler.

Back soon!

"If I'd known how much packing I'd have to do, I'd have run again."— Harry S. Truman