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OK, now we’re really moving. People are putting many (82, if I recall Colin’s count correctly) boxes of our things into a nice big truck. Soon, that truck will arrive in Toronto. Yay.

Our last meal in Montreal — well, mine; Tyla might have had lunch today after I left — was at Lezvos, and I’m going to miss that place something fierce.

Turns out that you stop being eligible for the Air Canada “youth standby” fare when you turn 25, which was especially surprising to me as I bought and used such a ticket on Father’s Day this year. That mildly screwed my “getting to Toronto” plans, but there was a Tango flight later in the afternoon, so I grabbed a ticket on that and hunkered down in the departure area for a long conversation with Phil about locking and interruptions. Pretty productive, considering that I was still totally exhausted, and working in an airport. (For me, anyway: I suspect it wasn’t as great a use of Phil’s time, but he’s never going to learn to stop saying “call me if you have any questions” unless I show him the error of that way.)

I got to the new office mid-afternoon, and after a quick tour I actually managed to get a touch of work done. It’s kinda weird having people around, but I’ll get used to it, I’m sure.) The subway is very convenient on this end, and a nice 10 minute walk from the house on my end, so the daily commute looks pretty sweet. (During Pope-a-palooza things will get a bit hairy, but it’s certainly a walkable distance if the TTC gets out of hand.)

Speaking of Popefest, followers of my Bell sufferings will likely find this tremendously amusing: because Bell can’t get phone lines installed at Union Station in time for the WYD registration, Velocet (my ISP and office-host) is redirecting four of their voice lines via voice-over-IP down to the internet infrastructure they’re providing at the other end. If the Pope can’t get Bell to rush an order — why not just disable a payphone or two, I wonder? — I don’t really feel like I ever have a chance.

Madhava and I got dinner at the Indian Rice Factory (those reviews, at least in aggregate, are spot-on: the food is great, but the portions are pretty small for what you pay), and then wandered by Loblaws for banana bread supplies and replacement toiletries. So tired.