For a crippled old geezer I got a lotta life yet. Just pushed the much loved old sofa up and over the railing on the sundeck after a couple tries (I really do miss my fully functioning leg at such moments) where it landed with a perfect precision I’ll claim was planned. Hoped for precision would be more accurate. Lucky even more so. I then dropped eight large size garbage bags full of the various spring cleaning detritus one accumulates over decades over the railing where they fell with precision accuracy exactly onto the couch which would cause it to slide on its own down to the sidewalk. Very clever. That part I actually did plan, and that part did not work. So the crippled old geezer manhandled the old sofa and garbage down the steps to the sidewalk, put everything in the bins just right, left the sofa clearly visible behind the bins and just abursting with testosterone pride hauled his 66 year old ass up the two flights of stairs and planned to take a shower before setting off the smoke alarms. At some point tomorrow Large Item Pick Up will come by manhandle the sofa one last time, the poor thing, feeding it into the maw of a furniture eating machine with a disturbing crunch. We made love on that couch. Now this.