post-sidewalk-sale zombie

My neck is stiff. The small of my back aches when I stand up. My ankle hurts when I walk. There's a bruise on my knee and a cut on my finger.

I am post-sidewalk-sale zombie.

I don't need a Halloween costume.

During the course of this past weekend I clocked four miles putting up poster, dragged tons of trinkets, video tapes, bookshelves, filing cabinets and mirrors down three flights of stairs, chatted with literally hundreds of shoppers, haggled with some annoying ones, and celebrated selling the biggest and most worrisome of all the stuff that we weren't going to be able to take with us to the new apartment.

There were definitely moments worth recounting, including helping Bob's sister dispose of a Dean and Deluca shopping bag of poop (that's right, I said poop). But, I can't even begin to focus on a blog entry today. If you didn't get a chance to read last Friday's post about our previous sale ("normal behavior," October 28, 2005), give it a read.