It felt really weird to get out to the movies during TIFF, but not see a film part of the festival. Very weird. On a also weird side note, I feel like one of the ways you know you are at the Carlton theatre is the sound of someone opening a can of pop just as the movie starts.
Tuesday I had decided to call and confirm that our stuff was arriving on Friday and found out that the truck was still in New Brunswick. Sigh… Now they're saying Monday. I went back to bed for a while and got some rest but Reg convinced me to roll out of the covers and do some basic paint prep of the apartment. So, I decided to at least move in my pink crocs that the packers didn't pack so I had to move myself. Put them on our outdoor patio so at least part of me feels at home.