My new, final resting place

Ah, hometime. Those 5 hectic, stress-filled days of running around like a crazy man, shopping, spending money like I'll die tomorrow, flip-flopping on the Queen-sized bed because it's not an uncomfortable Twin-sized truck mattress, and sitting. Just sitting. Not driving...just sitting.

 

And back to it for another 6-8 weeks. Or until my road rage, er, stress level gets to be too much for me.

 

Parked at the Mother Ship for the day waiting for delivery tomorrow morning in Michigan.

I am so glad this past load is done; it's been a disaster from the start.

 

Taking a reset at Love's somewhere in Virginia. There is much to love about this state, I suppose. What created the experience I had today is not one of them, but that's all I will say about it.

 

What I didn't write about was what happened a few days ago. I was at the main terminal in De Pere in the middle of a run and decided to get a few minor items checked by the shop there...some inside lights were inop, some 12v plugs didn't work, and I badly needed new wiper blades. As usual, I went to the drivers lounge to wait.

Not long after I got there, I got a call from the shop that I should come over and pick out a loaner truck; it seems that computer analysis showed my turbo was about to fail (causing the two warning lights I also mentioned) and a long list of other malfunctions.

I spent the next couple of hours swapping some items from my truck to the loaner (another Pete but a year newer) in preparation for what might have been (they said) anything from 3-10 days in it.

The next day, I left on my previously scheduled trip. The loaner truck has a nice "front of the house," as my chef daughter might say, but the "back of the house," the bunk area, not so much. It was a double bunk so there was a significant reduction in storage space, as I learned while trying to put my temporary belongings away.

There was also the matter of my not having access to the back wall, because of the upper bunk which I used as support when I read or - like now - type. No worries, I said. It's temporary. And the front of the house really is nicer; they made a LOT of changes in one model year.

When I returned, I learned my truck was ready to roll and I spent some time moving all my temporary gear back home.

And I was happy...until I went inside to see my DM. He told me the loaner was now mine and my now-former truck was going into the lease fleet. I told him I liked the changes they made up front in the 2015, but since it's a double bunk truck, shouldn't it go to one of the teams or trainers? No, he said. It's yours.

So I spent many more hours moving ALL my belongings out of one truck into the truck I'd just emptied. And I've spent a few nights trying to figure out where to put it all and not getting much restful sleep.

I'm on a reset now for an anytime-Monday delivery, so it's something I'll work on.