Stick a fork in me...

...I am done. Done as in "done in," but fortunately also done as in we only have one apartment and no external storage shed. My feet and I are no longer on speaking terms, my arms are pretty much cooked spaghetti, my shoulder has declared its intention to secede from my body if I even look at a carpet shampooer, and my bruises have their own bruises. There is still a LOT of putting away and organizing left, but we turned in our keys to the old place this afternoon, so at least the deadlines have been met. More to come...