Bear with me, I’m moving a lttle slow today (more on that later), but the most important things first:

Thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you.

People arrived early, and broke their respective backs for me and mine:
Aillecat and her little girl Phoenixstar21, Irishlass5383 and Matt, Edgykitten
Thudthwacker, and girlfriday79 all turned up, along with Princess Wendy, and a crew of longtime and faithful friends- Perfect Tommy and Mad Dog, (soon to star in the upcoming sitcom, “Mad Dog and Muffinbutt”), my best friend Danz, and the omnipresent Thud- more on Thud later.

My animal had been packing feversishly for three weeks, but there was just too much stuff. I swear I threw out an apt’s worth of detreitus over that time, but there was still enough for :

An emergency trip to get at least 10 more boxes by Girlfriday79 and Edgykitten
One (1) 10’ Ryder truck
One (1) Fullsize pickup (Courtesy of Perfect Tommy and Mad Dog)
Three (3) separate car trunks and assorted backseats.

This left over:
At least 1 carload (trunk and full backseat) of apt stuff.
I full storage unit
1 bookcase ( Which i will abndon to the Dark and Hungry Moving Gods if need be)
1 trip to The Bombay Company to pick up furniture.

As it was, the truck went back late- there was no time for second trips.
Out of the Bronx, and into Brooklyn, to the one flight walk up. One flight of stairs never looks so daunting as when you are carrying an air conditioner, or a box of books packed by someone who knew they would be halfway across the world when time came to move it.

Team A rolled out in trucks and cars, while team B struggled heroically
With the cleanup left in Sir’s apt. I’ll just say that it may not have been the Augean stables, but it was more than I would have been able to do on my own over a week. Of special note were Irishlass5383 on her hands and knees, scrubbing like Cinderella ( I was nominated Fairy Godmother- if that’s the case, Cinderella is fucked.) and Princess Wendy reacting with horror when I told her that the pitcher of iced coffee was just orange juice that had “been there awhile.”

Everyone worked really, really hard. I can’t thank them enough, execept Girlfriday79,who, by working hard on my behalf, was simply keeping me aware that she has her uses. ( A note- she was doing all this on NO sleep. She was, in fact, very useful- which may be the nicest thing I have to say about anyone, really.)

People had to drop off in drips and drabs, and Mad Dog and Perfect Tommy took the truck all the way back to the Bronx for me on top of everything else.

I am contantly overwhelmed by the generosity and loyalty of my friends. I am a creature of long relationships, and if I’m that floored by people I have known and loved for 15+ years, you can imagine how stunned I am by my more recent aquintances, who, for reasons understood only by them, decided that hard labor was a fine way to spend a Saturday.

I needed every one of you, and all of you offered more than I had any right to expect or deserve.

Thank you.