Thought it was going to be an easy day: at the worst, move a sofa. At the worst, we weren't sure what was going to happen when the new stuff arrived, and held a little hope they would cart away the old one.
NOPE!
So I put the feet on a chair, a sofa, hauled another sofa into the yard, ritually massacred it, and carted 2/3rds of it to the dump. I had already made another run with all the packing material from the new furniture by that point, THEN we went and shlepped some marble topped tables to my sisters place.
Another hot, tired day, but a good day.
One more trip to the dump with the remaining third of a sofa (which is, thankfully, light enough that I can achieve it on my own.) but I have to do it at some point tomorrow cause we've got deluvian rains on friday into saturday. And I'm not going to deal with a soaked wet, butchered sofa.