Yet more odds, ends

06:00
It appears that 52-53 degrees is a very nice temperature for sleeping in one of these trucks. Warm enough to avoid the shivers, cool enough to avoid cooking. The fiberglass tent was actually rather comfy.

07:00
I've talked about GPS navigation. But you can't always rely on your written directions, either. This morning I almost followed mine into a row of tenements, seven blocks south of the customer's address. I can only assume somebody transposed a couple of digits in the address before feeding it into a computer.

I had to loop around and let the GPS guide me here. Those of you who read this regularly will know how thrilled I was at that. I sent new directions to the office. Hope the next guy gets them.

09:30
Now I can truly say I've been to a sleazy warehouse. The lot was gravel on top of asphalt--where you could see it between potholes. And one side was a puddle bigger than my truck--I was nervous, because I had to back though it to dock and I wasn't sure how deep it was.

Cleveland rocks.