Saturday brought another furniture-moving extravaganza. Lamps, tables and boxes don't go with stairs either. In addition, I cleaned out a very deep and narrow closet that was filled primarily with wrapping paper and ribbon. And I do mean filled.
But now I think we can say every single thing is out of the house.
On Sunday, Bud worked in the garage. I think I napped more than I was awake. Maybe I was recovering from all that stair-climbing, but I actually think I was some sort of sick. By late Sunday night, I was sick to my stomach and wishing I could skip work Monday.
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