We’ve made it to Toronto. Everything got here in one piece, except my beautiful writing desk. It now sports a lovely scratch along the top. (And not in a spot where it is covered by my blotter.)
Unpacking is going well. Everything important, and many unimportant things, are now unpacked. I’m taking a break for now to let my back recover. *sigh*
Oh, there is a heating pipe that runs along our ceiling (hidden in a bulkhead). It ticks and clicks and groans almost constantly. I’m finding it very difficult to sleep. :tired:
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