I only moved 250 of the ~2500 records in my living room today, and even that took several hours. I had to first empty one of the my record shelves, make space for it in another room, then set it up and level it with shims (of the joys of owning an old hours.) It got sick of working inside, so I went out and did some limbing with my chainsaw. I nearly ran myself out of talent there at the end. I took out a couple tall but very thin trees, and one 25-footer wast attached to another ~35-40-footer by these nasty vines. I ended up with the top third of the tree I cut down swinging from the taller tree, which was leaning over ominously. Worse still, the whole damn thing was pointed in the general direction of the bay window in my liver room. Fortunately, I was able to hack off a few 5' pieces of the tree I cut, and drag the rest of it in the opposite direction of the house. Eventually the vines snapped, and both me and the bay window survived.
In the words of Strong Bad, look who thinks he's Clever Dan.