TGIM?

I woke up sleeping the wrong way at the end of my bed again this morning.  I don't understand how it happens, and it's mildly concerning.

I just got home from volunteering at a comedy event put on by the charity I volunteer with.  I tried to do them a favour on Friday and pick up the kegs Molson donated, but at 165 pounds a keg the guy at their beer store said no way for a car.  It could potentially be enough weight (ugh) to break an axle.  So I took a pass on that.  I went into their office after the failed pick up anyhow to do a few things for them.  Then Friday night Nikki called in on my offer to go help her finish packing.  It was 11pm by the time I got there, but I worked until 1:30am packing up some clothes, and cleaning up her living room.  And when I could no longer breath I took my leave for the spare room upstairs.  The cat-free spare room.

Saturday we were up at 7:30 to do a Timmy's run, pick up the truck, and start boogeying.  Another friend came by at about 10 and we started to really move.  I warned Nikki in advance my endurance is not tops, so after a few trips up and down the stairs to the curb side I was already ready for a break.  Her mom and other friend did some amazing powerhouse lifting which was quite impressive.  After heavy furniture, me and her other friend loaded most everything else piece by piece.  I passed it up and he arranged it inside the truck.  By the time we got the van to Mississauga my joints were locking up from being overworked and then sedentary for an hour and I don't think any of us were in the mood to continue.  But we pushed through it.  I did the most complaining, but heck, I showed up and did my best which is more than most people can say.  We probably got 1/3 to 1/2 way through unloading when one last friend showed up.  He took lots of heavy boxes and lifted some of the heavier pieces.  Nik actually reminded me that I had told her I'd help her as long as she left her tv stand unit, which she said she was leaving, but then recanted on that promise.  The very last piece was her turtle's terrarium which was in my car and I said I just flat out didn't have the energy to lift.  Those things can be worth hundreds of dollars and I didn't have enough faith that I wouldn't drop it.  Once that was all done it was off to drop off the truck and back to Guelph to take take her friend back to his car, and for Nik and I to pick up the cats and transport them to their new home.  We each took two, carefully paired off for who she thought would provide the most calming effects on the other.  One of mine was so pissed off she didn't say a thing the entire ride.  The other one messed her carrier and cried about it for half an hour.  I'd cry too if I had to sit in my own mess for that long.  About 2 minutes into the trip I started sneezing and blowing my nose.  I thought I was going to be a total goner by the time we arrived back in the 'Saug.  But about 20 minutes in the sneezing stopped.  Of course, my car has officially been danderfied and I'm going to get the sniffles for a while.  Nik already apologized in advance for that.

So after that 26 hour move, and 5 hours of volunteering tonight I'm pooped.  I'm also blogged out.  I seem to have gone on blog overdrive, but I'm going to tone it down a bit.

Layta playas.