Do you enjoy waiting?

I don't.

I'm at a truck stop in Idaho Falls waiting until it's time to go pick up my next load. I've been waiting here since noon yesterday.

When I was on my way here the day before yesterday, I received a load that was supposed to pick up two hours before my current load was to be delivered. Not only was it two hours earlier, it was over an hour away. I figured, with a lot of luck and favorable weather, I'd be six or seven hours late for the pickup. I let the weekend dispatchers know the situation. Thankfully, they took the load away from me, but they didn't give me a replacement load. Such is life.

Then yesterday, as I was getting ready to deliver the load, I received the replacement load. It doesn't pick up until 13:00 this afternoon, thirty some miles down the road.

So, I've been waiting.

I actually wrote a little bit, too. I should've written more, but that didn't happen.

I have to be in Topeka, KS, Wednesday morning. Needless to say, I'll be hauling ass for the next two days. According to my figures, if all goes well, which is highly unlikely, I should arrive at the delivery location ten minutes late. Sooooo, I'll have to make up time by going a little further each day than I should, pushing the limits, running right up to that out of hours time and going a bit further, all the while hoping nothing unforeseen happens.

Oh, and the depression? Well, let's just say I'm doing too well, I'm too happy, which is not good either.