Earlier this week I tweeted that we were almost unpacked and nothing was broken. Yay! Except I cursed it by even thinking that. The next box? My favourite white serving dish, with a giant chip on its shoulder. Oh! And Angus just broke a candle holder. Just now. As if he could sense I were writing this. Good job, cat.
But here we are. Nothing is where it should be, our cat is miserable, and we are both just bordering on some sort of move-induced meltdown due to exhaustion (and working at our day jobs while moving, too!). Thank GOD it's a long weekend.
So far Montreal is lovely, the weather is beautiful, and I am already looking forward to a nice long bike ride this weekend.