It also helped to lift stacks and stacks of books. I got good and sweaty doing it. In fact, I got tired enough that I recruited Brent to carry the box of books I decided I could live without downstairs at the end. I did carry the unabridged dictionary and the oversized atlas down to T.’s room myself, though.
I’m left with a sense of possibility. I can do things in this space now. I can even buy more books!