Moving Day

Last Sunday I spent the better part of the day packing, but ended up dillydallying more than packing.
This Friday I woke up at 6:30 a.m. because I was stressing about having to move, couldn't go back to sleep so I did a little packing before going to work.
Friday evening I came home, packed then took a break for dinner.
Saturday I woke up at 8 a.m., ran 14 miles, did laundry, packed for 2 hours, took a break and had a couple of beers at Zum Schneider, packed for 4 more hours, then went out for a martini break.
I've been up since 8 a.m. today and did not sit down for 12 hours straight.
My feet hurt more today from standing & moving than yesterday from running 14 miles.
I have cardboard cuts on two of my fingers.
I have a razor blade cut on my pinky from momentary clutziness due to low blood sugar from lack of eating because I'd been moving all day.
I've packed, re-packed, and un-packed in the last 2 hours.
The movers broke my very expensive vintage bookshelf, as well as scratched various parts of my tatami bed frame.
One of the movers kept trying to get me to meet him at Joey's to hear live jazz - maybe once I'm done being pissed about the very expensive vintage bookshelf he damaged.
It hurts to type because three of my finger tips have raw cuts on them.