Ow-arms.

Lifting a piano. It makes your arms hurt. It's not recommended, unless that piano REALLY has to be where you're planning on putting it.

I did a little bit of strong man helping out at the set of the play last night. Things seem FRAUGHT with DRAMA, and it suddenly feels good to not be a part of all that. But on the happy side, that piano looks damn good where I put it. Ties the set together, adds symmetry, offsets the cocktail bar area thing. But yes, murders my arms. Such that, today, I realized that even though I was out of clothes, I did not have the strength to do laundry. Lame sauce.