Thanks to Carina for not getting mad when I crushed her foot with Great Aunt Frances’ glass top desk. Luckily, future generations will not have to worry about things like this because IKEA furniture can contractually only be moved three times before imploding. And I’m pretty sure the family heirloom desk is not going back down the twisting stairway.
It really made me miss the New York City crew who always made moving a low impact side activity to a really great Bloody Mary and bagel brunch party. You guys are great. Especially the ones who showed up just for bagels. I respect that. I’ll post photos of the new place soon.