But who's counting?

Trips to haul stuff to the storage unit today? Three.

Truckloads (in my dad's ridiculous -- but in this case, handy -- Avalanche, which I am almost embarrassed to drive because it's so big and clearly just an expensive toy) of stuff packed and hauled to the storage unit? Two and a half.

Trips with the dolly from the truck to the unit? Five.

Boxes and pounds of crap carried? Too many.

Progress seen in clearing out both mine and SM's apartments? None.

::sigh::