Well, the move went fairly well. The last 2 days were a royal pain in the butt, as expected, but now I can finally sit down to catch my breath.

On Friday, we picked up the U-Haul truck in the morning. I was already tired from a day of packing and cleaning leading up to that, but we had to do everything in a rush. So we picked up the U-Haul and then I began carrying boxes downstairs to it (we lived upstairs in our apartment, a fact I came to regret more than ever before).

My wife packed boxes from her workplace, Wendy's, so we had a lot of big boxes and they were mostly full of games and books. So they were quite heavy, since they were able to fit so much heavy stuff and my wife didn't move them herself. I carried boxes most of the day and my arms were worn out like you wouldn't believe by that evening.

Then, we got word that my brother-in-law was willing to help. So I drove about 30 miles one way to pick him up, then back so that he could work with us. That allowed us to get some good work done, moving things like our mattress and box spring and computers and shelves and so forth. Lots of heavy stuff, but we got that done. Then I took him back to his place that night, which meant my wife and I got to sleep at 2 in the morning... in sleeping bags on the floor.

The next morning at 9ish, we got up and started working again, carrying out smaller stuff my brother-in-law didn't have time to help with. We made good progress, then my in-laws showed up around 1 in the afternoon and helped get the final stuff in the truck. Then we drove 5 hours to Newport, where we'll be living, and unloaded everything in a storage unit.

After that, we went to the motor home where my wife and I are staying now. I checked online for a few minutes and saw that I won this last week's matchup in the Team Tournament, then went to bed. This morning, we got up and returned the U-Haul, so from then on I've finally been able to breathe. Whew!