The Lost Boys came over to move stuff this morning, and fun was had by all, and also lots of boxes slung around. I started out with the apartment fairly well full of stuff. By the time they left, I'd say that the amount of stuff I'm going to have to move tonight and tomorrow is well within my capacity to move easily, with time left for cleaning.
Highlights of the day:
the little guy carrying my (wooden) sword and whacking over the screen door with it the Lost Boys repeating the screen door maneuver twice more (I didn't see this, but it was gleefully reported by said Lost Boys) pizza the 'M' theory slapstick moving humor me getting "Fett's 'Vette" stuck in my head