My conclusion: I'm only going to move one more time in my life (when I retire). And when that time comes, I think I'll just rent me a truck and move all my junk by my lonesome.
Today, I got up just after six when a bed frame came crashing down on the upstairs banister. Immediately thereafter, a freaked-out Cuthbert was found in my bed, saying, "I had nothing to do with it and I'll never do it again, I promise." So I got up and got busy sorting through the chaos.
By mid-morning, when I took a break to go to the office, I had rendered a couple of rooms semi-inhabitable. By the time I left to go to my Dentist's appointment, all our computers were sitting out, ready to be connected. The cable guy came when I was gone and got our TV and internet service back up and running. collinsmom
By the way, the dentist's visit was a truly wonderful thing. He worked on both my upper right and lower left teeth, which should have been a chore, but I was so weary, I fell asleep in the middle of his drilling. I woke up refreshed and alive like I ain't been in days. Who'd'a thunk it?