What a Difference a Day Makes

Nothing like hauling a ton or two of paper, cutting fifty or sixty cardboard boxes to flats, and dragging assorted household impedimenta out to the rented dumpster to get the the old lactic acids flowing, nosiree.

From eight-thirty yesterday morning until about five yesterday afternoon, and a sandwich on the move, I tossed stuff into Mr. Bin's open maw. Another hour or two should see it topped off.

So far, the new sink isn't leaking yet -- knock on wood -- and the garage guy comes in the morning.

Gives me much respect for people who have to work for a living. A day or two are more than enough for me, thank you very much.