My bud, Glen, finally got hold of a rental truck along with getting Saturday off from work, so he’s moving. I had promised to help. Who knows, I might need Glen’s help moving my own stuff one of these days.
I can’t believe how many boxes of stuff you have to carry down three flights of stairs to get someone moved out of their apartment. I’m healthy and active, but even my legs hurt after all those trips up and down those stairs.