We were fine in the first half of the day, emptying out the roughly garage-sized storage facility where a lot of pholph and pocket_entropy's stuff was; but then came the apartment.
Have I mentioned that Ryan and Candi lived in a third-floor apartment?
It was not pretty. The heavy boxes, even the ones marked "Frickin' Heavy!" wouldn't have been so bad -- I'm 6'2" and 300 lbs, I can tote heavy boxes 'til the cows come home. But it was climbing back up the stairs every time that done me in. *thud* Fortunately, a shower has restored me to the land of the living for tonight's billiards.
In any case, I think I've made up for the lax week, exercise-wise. ;) pholph is on the road now, and we'll miss him. But he's off to be with his wuv, so that's okay. :)
Where are my shoes?
Edit: SirFox uses a Tetris analogy...