Good? Bad? Indifferent?

Southbound again, and I got a shower in. Both reasons to celebrate.

In the "puzzlement" category, I was sitting in a chair facing the Shipping Department window at a warehouse this morning, and the shipping clerk was making faces at me. I have no idea whether she was playing with me, hitting on me, dissing me, or obliviously making faces at nothing. And of course I will never know.

I meet a lot of people for the first and only time these days. Seeing someone twice is becoming a rarity. Within certain limits, I actually enjoy that. But I suspect it would drive some people crazy. And it bothers me, sometimes.

Like the job in general, apparently. On all three counts.

I'm kind of unusual as truckers go, apparently. Most of the drivers I meet claim either to love this job or hate it. Utterly. They never want to do anything else, or else they're about to find a real job and they'll never go near a truck again, DO YOU HEAR ME??!

Me? There are parts of this life I like. Solitude. Scenery. New places and new people every day. And so on.

Other parts I could easily do without. Leaving my wife in solitude. Passing beautiful places and never stopping to see them. Not talking to friends and family for weeks at a time.

For me, it more or less balances it out. I'm okay with the job. And I would cheerfully do something else if the opportunity arose. Other drivers seem to find that odd. The middle of the road is little traveled out here--at least from what I've seen.