moving is hard work

I built up my moving karma today, helping my dear friend (I can't remember if I called her "The Brooklyn Squirrel" or "The Flying Squirrel") move.

She moved out of one fourth-floor walk-up into another fourth-floor walk-up.

She had over two dozen boxes, plus a bed and dresser and table and bookcase.

I am pooped.

I have to say, though, that I actually had a fun day. Maybe it was because she bought me drinks and food, or maybe it was because she let me drive the U-Haul, or maybe it's because I got to hang out with a kick-ass all day. It was a great time.

And now, bed.