Moving happened. I don't think I've been this physically exhausted since I was a blacksmith's apprentice. I am quite pleased with the amount of work I was able to put in: I won't be applying for a job at Gentle Giant any time soon, but I've watched those guys in action, and I reckon my twelve hour day was the equivalent of a solid half-day for one of those guys. Who are all a couple decades younger than me and seriously buff. So the verdict on the day is: tired — but happy.
But now my bed is assembled and freshly made and calling to me. Good night!