I'm not trying to start a size contest, but it looks like a good thread title for an old fashioned pity party.
Mom's been on the warpath since January to clean Dad's junk out of the garage (he's in memory care, another topic). I'm the only child, 200 miles away. Finally the weather broke, I spent a week securing a trailer for tool chests, lawn tractor, open containers of 50 y.o. grease, a gun safe, half filled pints of vodka, etc. Also going over the suburban which has been until last week a college senior's grocery getter, negotiating obligations from my wife & grown children to help, getting the trailer and moving equipment staged for this morning's 7am departure.
One thing I missed. Discovered last night that the truck's got a cracked radiator.