Happy Pride

I have been consumed by the move. That, along with my having packed, and thus becoming too lazy to retrieve for use, my camera, means I didn't take any photos of Pride, this year. He Who Has Landed got a couple of good shots of us posing with marketing hotties, but his USB cable is packed.

I gotta say professional packers (not what you think, ahem, instead they are the guys who come from the moving company and box everything) move through one's space as if locusts across a wheat field during a dry prairie smmer. They pack EVERYTHING. I left a subway token on top of a credenza and it was packed. The dog's food dish, in the sink being cleaned. Packed.

A separate crew arrives in about an hour to pack the big art (18 paintings!) into custom made wooden crates.

I did run in the Pride and Remembrance Run (have run it since its beginning) -- 26:42, which ain't bad given I run exactly once a year now. Movement involving my legs is,ah, restricted today. Cardiovascularly, there wasn't a single issue, so all the dog walking has helped a little. And not surprisingly, really, since my just-sub 27 minute 5k run is really not much better than I could do if I'd chosen to walk it fast....

In any event, Happy Pride. More about everything when we get settled in Edmonton.

Good bye Toronto.