Lifting heavy things to move them from one place to another can be hilarious I have found.
There have been so many times when I am helping a friend move the unwieldy mattress down the stairs and it sways and flops and jams up on the landing and we let go and dissolve, doubled-over into gales of riotous laughter.
It is a tired laugh that is centered in my overtaxed stomach, it is a laugh that tries to catch its breath, it is a laugh of weakness and frustration, but it is also a laugh of relief.
I have found that these moments are imperative to puncture the somber, stressful day of moving.
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