I spent Saturday morning helping tiny_rhino and her boy move house, which entailed carrying large pieces of furniture down from a third-floor apartment and out into the pissing rain and thence into the truck. Damp, but fun: lots of folks showed up, so it was enjoyable work and not just a drag. (Well, that and I could offload some of the big stuff onto strong people, which I thought was a good idea.)
Once finished, we drove out... to... Princeton. It's... a long... way... out. But the new house is very hip, and unloading was a breeze compared to loading (not least because the rain had more or less fizzled out by that point). So that all went well.
Drove home, showered, and got right back on the road to go to NH and spend the rest of the weekend with rhysara and kazmat and sauergeek. Games (lots of them). Food (lots of it, and good, though in future I may avoid having mussels and escargot in the same meal: it turns out there is such a thing as too much garlic butter). More games, including my first ever shot at the bizarre co-operative Lord of the Rings German board-game (very enjoyable, actually, though it took us a while to figure out all the mechanics). Sleep (theoretically, subject to the usual limits imposed by strange-house/strange-bed). Breakfast (toast, because I just couldn't face anything more). Kayaking (excellent but strenuous: we hit some snappy crosswind which took some significant effort to overcome). Lunch (Irish). Yet more games (yeah, I'm not surprised either). Cleaning (some). Drive home (traffic-y).
I think perhaps it's time to go sleep like the dead. (Not The Dead, just the dead.)
P.S. Seen on the drive home: a yellow traffic sign. What it really said: FOG AREA. How I parsed it: FOO AREA. This seemed really funny at the time, though that may have been the sleep deficit talking. :-)