Ten lashes upon the back of Caedmon

or the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented yard sales!

I can't find my long-handled Swiffer.

My feet hurt, and I've got a sore throat.

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8:30 p.m.:
Will I ever get all these things down those stairs? I've only got two more rooms full of stuff to tote. And the funny thing is, when it all gets downstairs, it doesn't look like much, and what there is looks worth about two cents total.