Hey there, good neighbours!
Not only is this a long-distance move, it’s also a slowmo. The moving truck picked up our stuff in Toronto on the 18th, and will deliver it to our new apartment on April 1st. In between times, Cai and Fergus and I have rejoined E.g. and Cuca at her parents’ place here in Saint John, where she’s been hanging out since February 15th. I was a bit uncomfortable announcing the fact of being on my own for such a long time, so I kept it quiet.
My Sonny Boy is here for a few days, too. He came along for the train ride to help me with the pupsters (he doesn’t return to work until April). Since he’s never been to Saint John, we’re showing him the town. He’s sleeping in the computer room. I could pretend that I haven’t yet blogged because I don’t want to disturb him, but that would be fibbing; the truth is I’m still kind of tired from all the last-minute heave-ho.
I did, however, write a 1300-word, longhand blibbity on the Toronto-Montreal train, which might make for a three-part entry over the next few days. We’ll see.
And there should start to be some new photos, too. Yeay.
And now, back to our regularly-scheduled sofatop loitering.