Did you know you can get a Charley Horse in your forearms?

I spent the weekend helping Toria move, which was very tiring and kind of stressful but left me feeling like I'd done something good and useful. This is the way moving other people usually leaves me feeling, since as much as it sucks for the person moving (who's left to deal with dozens of boxes and new place that's not quite home yet), I get to go home to my bed and not have to deal with things anymore. I'm working on not feeling guilty about that...

It was a pretty good weekend though, as moves go. I've got lots of tired muscles and I've eaten more sugar in the last 24 hours than in a long time (even more than all the Norwegian chocolate when I was in Vancouver!). But there was only one serious injury (a pinched finger which seemed to be okay today), a few minor mishaps (there was a power outage at one point on Saturday, and a few problems with elevators), and no car accidents (which is very important when every vehicle being used is either rented or borrowed). Plus we moved everything we needed to. So that's as good as things can be expected, I think.

Tomorrow I'm off to a private boy's school to teach a class of Grade Four's for a day. I haven't taught kids who speak English fluently in a while, so we'll see how that goes. I'm hoping for lots of quiet, studious kids who revere me as a scary adult/teacher/authority figure, and a distinct lack of lifting any boxes. Sadly, I think only the latter will be realized.