Back To Stay

my best friend moved back to Dallas...a few years ago he had moved to the bay area to attend school, and then late last year he got what he thought was a kickass job working for a small label down in florida...well it turned out to not be such a good opportunity after all...they basically screwed him over totally, and left him jobless in a town where he diddn't know anyone, etc...he and his wife decided to move back here, and arrived very early wednesday morning ...went over to their new apt yesterday to help unload the truck...helping your friend move is a true test of friendship...moveing furniture, and such is one of the least enjoyable thing i know, but offered myself up because he is my friend...it of course had to be extra hot yesterday, and it turns out their apartment is on the third floor...ugh...way too many trips up and down three flights of stairs forcably reminded me that i am A) way too old for this shit. B) terribly out of shape...somehow we managed to get everything unloaded, and a large portion of their stuff arranged and such...glad that's done...even gladder he is back...be nice to have someone to talk to again.