My worst thing of the past few days was the fact that it took five kindhearted strangers, two days, close to ninety dollars worth of truck and dolly rentals, and three significant pieces of broken trim to move the antique wardrobe I purchased into my home. All I wanted to do was be able to hang up a coat without its coming out of my 18"-inch-wide downstairs closet looking like a balled-up Kleenex!
The end result, though, is that I am incredibly INCREDIBLY grateful for my friend who came over for two days, for the generosity of three folks at the furniture store (where NOBODY WAS AVAILABLE to move the thing out!), for the time and generosity of one neighbor, and the final push by a complete random stranger in a car who stopped to help and accepted the huge dropcloth the piece was wrapped in overnight for payment for his good deed (he turned out to be a painter!).
Now that the thing is in, the Christmas decorations are down, the house is clean, and my shoulder is resting quietly post-strain, I am warmed both by the warm and beautiful glow of this oak beauty, and by the fact that, hard as the job was, it demonstrated to me the vast willingness of people to be simply good and useful to others they encounter.
So, really, not such a bad worst thing after all ... I may have to cross post this in Best Thing!

"To be the queen, she agreed to be the widow!"
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The pre-modern world was willing to attribute charisma to women well before it was willing to attribute sustained rationality to them.
---Medieval Kingship, Henry A. Myers
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