Operation "cram-in-nooks"

Mr. L landed safely yesterday morning and I was extremely happy to be reunited with my charming (though disheveled at the time...) partner in crime.  I was all the more excited because his flight was delayed and I waited a good two hours in Terminal 3...alone...sleep deprived (ah yes, I forgot to mention that my procrastination on packing cost me my precious sleep. curses!) and growing hungrier with each passing minute.

Oh!  I should mention.  Somewhere...out there...there is a photo floating around of me, sitting in terminal 3 arrivals at Pearsons, looking incredibly confused.  "Why's that?" You may ask...well see, I was hurriedly taking a picture of the arrival flight status display (hurriedly because I was worried I"d get tackled for my "reconnaissance" work)when I heard a camera shutter go off from behind me.  I turned towards the direction of the sound and I was met by a sly gaze of a girl, also waiting alone.  "What the deuce?!?" I thought "Did she just take a picture of me??"  As I was in mid-thought, she did it AGAIN!!  And again I was met with the sly look!  I was partly flattered, but mostly creeped out.  Unless she took the photo of me because I looked doped out (recall no sleep previous night)...or some other less attractive reason...in which case...not creeped out but ired!  How dare she either way.

In any case...moving on.

The move last night went quite smoothly.  Had to take two cars because apparently, despite all that triaging, I still have quite a lot belongings...which were further reduced when I got downtown and realized; we have no space.  However, we trimmed down on much of our clothing and found every nook and cranny to cram our belongings into.  All in all, I'd have to call our operation a great success and Mr.  and Ms. L are now officially roommates - literally.

Where will life take us next?