Laundry first thing. No more complaining about how much it costs in truck stops. Local places are insane. Truck stop might cost me 6 bucks for everything. Here, it was 5 bucks just to wash. Another 3 bucks or so to dry. On the other side of the coin, it was done in about half the time.
Made sure the truck would start when I got back. Just a little paranoia creeping into my psyche?
Did a little work on the computer – preliminary skeleton of my version of “the Trucker's Bible”. I'm using a spreadsheet here on the laptop, but if I keep at this, in the long run, it's going to get cumbersome quickly. Writing a bit of an application on the tower to plug data into a MySQL database. Eventually will add in a GUI, but for my personal needs, simple text is fine.
Think a cold is coming on. Will wander down to the store later and see if Cold Eze is available.
I'm sure this happens with regularity, but it's the first time for me: Some guy with his kids wanted to check out the inside of the truck (blame it on the kids-but they were patently un-interested). 4-year old boy in a Robin costume and Spiderman slippers reminded me a lot of my older boy at that age. Long, blond, never-been-cut, hair, and into everything. Except the truck. Really didn't like it at all. Dad was asking reasonable, but expectedly un-knowledgeable questions. More about comfort and travel than anything else.
At a guess, I'd say he's divorced with the kids for a weekend.
Currently peeling an orange and getting ready to return to re-reading Kathy Reichs' “Bones to Ashes”.
Horribly domestic and boring, but tough. You don't like it, you come over here and write this yourself.
Lol – just settling back and I looked out the front. Just in time to see a UPS van trundle by. Nothing odd about that, right? Except, in addition to the traditional brown paint, this one had muscle car flames coming back from the hood and both wheel wells. Damn near choked on my orange slice. Haven't seen such a good example of sarcasm and irony in forever.
Just took a good look at my next run. From Newburyport, MA (way up north east) to Rochelle, IL. Since I smoked my 34 yesterday by not finding the dead truck 2 hours earlier, I had to check and recheck my daily hours. So, yeah, I can make it. If my appointment at C&S is for 0500 Mountain time, I can conclude my 34 and have no worries. If it's for local time, I still have the hours to get to Rochelle. Just no 34. Close, but no Havana.
Another 3 days (essentially) with the reefer going. Wheee-haw!
Gah – just occurred to me. Yeah, timely. This next run is going to cost a zillion bux in tolls. The run out here was close to $100 – or more. I'll dig through the receipts in a bit. Going back, I get the feeling I'll be spending more time on toll roads (more properly known as “Troll Roads”).
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