I got nothin'.

I spent all morning loading up a U-Haul. Check that, I spent all morning and 3 hours of the afternoon loading up a U-Haul, from an apartment on the second floor, with the help of one other guy and of my lazy-ass brother who spent most of the day worrying.

So I'm exhausted. My Fitbit says I took more than 22,000 steps, covered nearly 11 miles on foot, and climbed 125 flights of stairs. All of that seems like it's probably accurate.

Then I drove from Los Angeles to Fresno, which is not the longest drive of all time, but it's kind of a lot on top of all that other stuff.

I got nothing. I wouldn't even be writing this if I didn't feel so guilty about slacking off for a week. We'll see what happens tomorrow, when we're supposed to drive 750 miles.