Yesterday, as I was driving down I-35 from Iowa I couldn't get someone out of my mind. Usually, or rather the past few days, I've been going over The Artists and where each of the characters are going, but yesterday it seemed my mind was fascinated about this one real person.

The hard part is that this person actually isn't a part of my life. I have very few people who are in my life so I tend to get clingy when someone gets close. Not everyone mind you, just the ones I'm interested in, mind or body.

I was thinking about this person because I was expecting to be overnighting in the Metroplex tonight after delivering my load of turkey and chemicals that have been transformed into pseudo-pork products in Fort Worth. Sometimes there isn't an outgoing load until the following morning. Luck would have it, that isn't going to happen.

I have to go to Paris to get some soup.

So, I'm not thinking of that person anymore and probably won't until I head this way again. Heaven knows when that will be. I've gone for months without ever being dispatched to the Metroplex and then right after another I'm going down I-35, up US-287, up I-76 to I-80 to I-35, and back down I-35. It's a constant circle.

Today will be busy.

The story is going well. Sharon (Have I ever told you what a great editor she is?) just sent back Chapter 6 and I'm working diligently on Chapter 8. Chapter 9 is sort of vague right now, but I expect it to coagulate once 8 is in the bag.

My life is going well, too. I've been thinking a lot about my disability (it's a disability, I am not differently-abled, I'm nuts). It explains a lot about my life choices in the past and where I am today. It also explains a lot about where I might be going. I suppose a lot of my current ability to consider these things is due to the medication that has allowed more contemplation.

Well, got to go. Be safe and please don't tailgate the big truck to save gas. It makes us nervous and distracts us. The last thing we want to do is wash blood and icky bits off the back bumper.