Well it's Friday. Typically, I would be under a load headed somewhere a thousand miles or so away for delivery Monday. But there is no freight. It's not slow, it's dead. So, here I sit at the Flying J at exit 6 US78 Olive Branch, MS east of Memphis. I am preplanned to pick up a load of lumber in Horn Lake, MS on Monday, tarp it, then shlep it a whopping 294 miles to Fort Smith, AK, delivery Tuesday.I have the entire weekend with nothing to do. Last Friday, I was at home arguing with Mrs. Grumpy. Some life, huh?
This is one of those times when I'm thinking that some kind of change in my life is necessary. Now I'm not sure exactly what that is, but I feel "something" in the air. Of course, if freight picks up and I get busy and stop thinking so much, my life will continue pretty much as it is now, good or bad.
I think what would make me really happy right now is a ($50K) job writing and editing. If I could drop a few tons and get my ass in an airline seat, I wouldn't mind some (business related) travel here and there. The "lack" of a consistent weekly paycheck because I'm a OTR trucker are starting to really bother me, again.
In many respects, I feel sitting here in this truck, in this truckstop, here in Mississippi, facing a weekend with not a whole lot to do, I'm wasting my time and my life is "fretterin" away. If I wake up on Monday morning and have not written a least two articles for publication and updated my book, I'm a dope.
There are a lot of things I want to do at home, and not only am I not there to do it, my financial resources to accomplish these projects are one hand limited and on the other non existent. As I said earlier, some life huh?
