Today DC moved from one extreme to another. From the farthest eastern reaches of the Toronto Transit Commision, to the most western reaches of Mississauga Transit.
Thanks to my weight training regiment, moving those boxes and a certain armoire, was no problem.

Now I have to apologize, and admit that I can't think of a way to make a post about moving day more exciting so I'm just going to cut my loses now, and wrap this up.

Moving boxes dries out your hands like nobodied business. What's up with that?