storage woes

[surei]

Every year, I haul my stuff out of storage, and realize all over again that I'm a physically weak person. (Which doesn't really bother me.) Two fortunate things, though: (1) I'm in the same dorm as my storage, which meant nothing but a pair of ramps, and two small flights of steps downwards were in my way. (2) I had help. This is especially good, because while he carried my boxes, I carried his, which were much lighter, and my arms are still trembling, and I'm very very sweaty.

My boxes are still outside my room, but as soon as I've rested a bit, I'm going to bring them in, hunt out my towels and shampoo, and take a shower. Aahhhh, just thinking about it feels good.

After that, a drink.