First wakeup in Canada

I met my moving company at the customs warehouse at the airport; a nice relaxing breakfast before that. However, things started to go downhill quickly. The customs agents held up the process a lot this morning—-turns out the movers broke a few laws by dropping off a shipment in Montreal before coming here (and breaking the seal on there truck)--fines up to $10,000. Fortunately, all this meant for me was that I had to sit around for about an hour while the customs folks harangued them. Still was a bit nerve-wracking: what else are these customs agents going to take out on me for choosing these movers?

But the movers put everything in my new apartment. Photo to follow, if I can figure out how to post them to the blog.

Fishie has probably decided to stop speaking to me; I kept him in the bottom 3” of water in his tank for the drive up to Canada, overnight in my car while waiting at the customs clearinghouse, and most of the day while unpacking. However, he did get his revenge—my first night sleeping in my new apartment, I go bolt upright at 3 AM from hearing the fish tank pump making really bad sounds. It turns out that the tank side had gotten cracked, and was slowly leaking out onto the floor through the evening. I ended up running around in this apartment where I barely know where the light switches are, digging out my mop, cleaning up the spilled water, and transferring fish to a spare drywall bucket.