The moving guys stacked everything neatly on the right side of the garage in two rows. Then there were all the leftover bits I moved after that, thrown in haphazardly on the left, including empty boxes, discards for Goodwill and Craigslist, books for the library, garden tools, odds and ends. You know. Stuff. I figured I'd get around to clearing a space for the car before it started snowing. Eventually.
Sometimes you just need a personal drill sergeant to help you get your act together. Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!
Consider it moved.
Thank you, Sergeant!