Rubber Ducky

Here's part of an email from Gary using a German keyboard:

It is the end of the daz (zou're just going to have to live the z's, I'm tired of fixing them). I got up real earlz to get readz for mz speech, and then came in the first shuttle bus run, so I could use the computer, onlz to find that the computer room was locked. So I read mz Roadrunner. There was no time to get back to the computer room until everzthing was over for the daz, since I skipped out at lunch time to go down to the librarz to meet with the DRIVER guzs. It was a good meeting, but we reallz needed more time. Mz speech was at the end of the daz, well almost. I spoke at 5;30, then there was one more at 6:00. I begged off on a dinner inviation that was going to start until 8;30, so I could do email, get dinner as soon as I get back the train station (since I missed lunch), and go to bed earlz.

There are two more reasons I need to tell zou about whz the hotel is so classz. The first is that thez leave a chocalte on the turned down comforter everz night. But even better than that, and as far as I can remember, this is a first: the bathtowel has an hoenst to goodness rubber duckie sitting on it. It almost makes me want to take a bath.