Getting older feels so subtle. Over the last week I’ve had to call someone to move heavy adjustable bed from ground floor to bedroom and assemble it, and I’ve had junk removers take out stuff from our rooms and trash it. Just a few years ago I would be ringing my buddies to move the furniture up ourselves and then also remove junk from other rooms. Now, I can’t even think about it. I’d rather just pay a nominal fee and get it done with and not have to deal with any unforeseen injuries either to me or my friends. Joys of getting old I suppose!