Caryl and I helped my good friend, C move from a rowhouse she shared with two other people and her two cats, to an apartment not far from mine this morning. I love moving, or helping to move someone; it always amazes me that when you wake up in the morning, all your earthly possessions are in one place, and one or two hours later, it's all someplace else. That's it. Brand new life, sort of...

I told myself that the process of uprooting C would be my work out for the day, but once I got home, I still had a lot of energy, so I went to the gym for some cardio and lifting.

Caryl and I are about to head out to see Broken Flowers at the Charles. We'll have crepes at the place next to the theatre for dinner.

Tomorrow the dog comes!