Zubby Newsletter – March 29, 2001

Well, the move is almost done and my body is a mess of pulled muscles and sore bones. It didn’t seem like I had a lot of things, but it was a crazy experience nonetheless. The hide-a-bed couch was the real killer of the night and even with five of my friends helping I managed to bash my fingers and get crushed against the wall several times.

Getting ready for work this morning bordered on the surreal. I was exhausted, sore and in a strange place with my things strewn around the living room in a total heap. Organizing all the stuff will probably take many hours and I’ll be happy once it’s done.

So, with all of that out of the way, I should probably get everyone up to speed on the other part of the move. I took on a two-bedroom place so that I could expand my stuff or get a roommate later on. Soon after I made that decision, things shifted and the roommate thing has become a reality right off the bat. I figured I would let you all know before you phoned and wondered why someone else was answering the phone or the answering machine had two names on it.

Even though I’ve bragged about having my own place for a while, I’m actually super excited about moving in with my good friend Gala. She’s a great person with the type of personality that I get along with. We talked extensively about the rooming thing and we’ve got a good understanding of how to make it work well. I wouldn’t have taken on a roommate unless I was positive it would be a great experience. My Dad has always said I was a good judge of people, so you’ll have to take my word for it.

Speaking of my Dad, he had to go to the hospital for a few days over the weekend when he suffered an angina attack. It shook up my parents quite a bit and he’s going to have to change his lifestyle to take care of his heart better. Obviously, it could have been a lot worse, so I’m glad he’s back at home and doing better. When I first got the news, it was pretty nerve wracking stuff. It makes me even more glad I’m coming home for Easter to see the family.

Ugh. My brain is tired and my body aches. I feel like an old man. With this strike continuing and no end in sight, my friend suggested I buy a bike and ride into work every day. It seems plausible, but my body hurts too much to think about that right now.

That’s the update. I hope to hear from you guys soon.

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