We also broke an elevator. Don't worry, it didn't stay broken for long.
That was followed by a nice cool-down (after a not-terribly-hot day in Portland), a breeze at the right time, and some VERY needed pizza dinner at a joint near the new apartment ("As long as we go somewhere that won't mind how we smell" was my suggestion), handshakes and hugs outside, and a quick trip home.
A good result of my Navy brat upbringing: I don't fear moving. I don't relish it, not after doing it on average about every year-and-a-half when I was growing up, but I know I can do it. I helped to make moving easier for a neat couple. And I didn't do what I sometimes do: offer to help when 95% of the job's already done, or when it otherwise just makes more sense for someone Not Me to do it. "Hey, can I help?" "We're done." That scenario's happened often enough that I wondered if I subconsciously try to set that up. Getting better about breaking that apparent habit.
Now to get better at being horizontal.