Simpler is better?

It's too hot to sleep in the truck just yet.

Not too bad outside, but we've discussed the "fiberglass tent with no open windows" thing before. Oh, well. Eventually it'll be livable.

The show on in the TV lounge here is one I've seen before, and I didn't much like it the first time. I shorted myself on sleep last night, so I'm not up to a session with the flutes. So I sit here.

Used to, when things got this quiet, I had a fallback. Something I needed to do and sometimes resented. Not any more.

Time to call home.

No need.

New fact about trucking. It's not for a broke man with a sick wife.

I knew that going in. I didn't want to do this, because I didn't want to leave her alone that much. But at a certain point I kind of ran out of choices. So I got my CDL and hired on to a company that sent me away for three weeks at a time. A few months later I managed to get that down to seven days out of every ten.

It was still too much.

It's a good job, in its way. I actually still enjoy it. But if you decide to try it, think about what you'll be leaving and going back to.

Bachelor? You may well be deliriously happy out here.

Got a big family? Might not be too bad. A bunch of people to come back to, and to watch out for what you leave behind.

In between, there's a lot of room for worry and frustration. And pain.

I'll get over it. Everyone tells me so. And meanwhile my life has become, in some odd ways, simpler. But right now, there isn't a home for me to call.

And it's still too hot to sleep.