The days are a blur (part 3)

(NOTE: This will make more sense if you read Part 1 and Part 2 first.

Oh, are you back already? Good...)

Hmph. Must've still been sleepy.

Before I went to bed last night, I figured what the best starting time would be to get this load to its destination. Too late, and I'd (obviously) get there too late. Too early and I'd still be half-asleep when I started driving.

As it was, I think I underestimated the slowness of 4-lane non-Interstates again. I barely got the load there on time.

But I did get it there on time. So I won't complain.

Then I got my next load assignment. And for once this week the annoying delays weren't my fault. Just the ordinary fun stuff—the customer had all the time in the world. Just ask him.

I barely got to the truck stop before my hours ran out. But I did. And now I'm sitting here watching the world get dark (if you read Part 1, yeah, we're finally back to that.). Right now the brightest thing in the world is the headlights of the truck backing into a parking space opposite me.

They're about six inches away from my front fender.

(Some truck stops like to maximize their parking lot capacity. This often makes for interesting times backing in...)

Ah. No bumps, no scraped paint. He got into the slot and shut down. Dark and relaxing once again.

I've got some miles ahead of me tomorrow, but the schedule isn't as near-impossible as it has been the last few days. And I'll be awake, right? I've learned my lesson.

(So why are you sitting there typing after bedtime, boy?)

Umm.

G'nite.