Moving day

This weekend we helped friends move, and I hurt EVERYWHERE.

All the usual suspects were there. We’ve helped each other move for almost 20 years now, and between the various families, and 2 or 3 moves each, we’ve probably moved each other 30 or 40 times. They’ve moved me 3 times, one of which I wasn’t even there for! That’s right, I had about 4 days between one conference and the next, didn’t have time to get everything done, and had to be out the next week. While I was gone, they descended on the apartment and moved everything out, to the walls, while I was in Portland.

Now *THAT* is what friends are.