It's a truck stop southeast of Boise, ID, that I usually stop at going either east or west on I-84. I have an 0500 delivery appointment tomorrow morning in the Portland, OR, area (453 miles away). Then I get to sit for a spell before delivering the rest of the load to customers south and north of Seattle Monday morning. I like multi-stop loads because we get paid for the extra stops. This load brings in $65 in extra stop pay. Every little bit helps when it now takes nearly $65 to fill up the mini-van.

I haven't been working on Chapter 15 of The Artists. I have been working on my submission for the Fall Anthology. It's an innocuous tale about love on the rocks and grasping for straws. It doesn't have any bunnies in it (I swear, I'm going to do a story with bunnies. Actually, I saw a bunny in Colorado Springs when I was delivery firelogs to the Ace Hardware Distribution Center, so I know they're out there, it's just difficult getting them up off the ground and into a story.), but there are horses and the possibility of a huckleberry pie. There are children, though. Two sets of brother/sister combinations. There's also a murder, double murder in fact. And, it won't be uncomfortably long, which so many have complained about in the past.

After I deliver this load I get to have three to four days off. It's not like I need the time because this whole trip has had too many days of sitting without driving. I don't make money unless I'm moving. Yet, I look forward to seeing the dog and the wife, too. We're supposed to go out and see the son because supposedly he's having problems with my old desktop I gave him. For someone who saw no purpose in having a computer, suddenly he's on the bandwagon.

The other thing I need to do is check with the consulting nurse at my medical center and see if I need to be seen by someone. My left calf is still very bad and extremely painful. A couple days ago after I stopped driving the pain was so bad I had to simply curl up and go to sleep (I can't take any pain medication because of various reasons. Grin and bear it, it'll go away soon.) And, I might need to see my psychiatrist about the mood stabilizer, which is working, sort of. I still get pissed at some drivers, but it's not seriously pissed and I get over it quicker. I've been acting a little weird lately and I don't want to have to stop driving because I can't make the money I'm making doing anything else. It's not anything serious, just weird, crazy like weird and it's kind of scaring me because it's so damn weird.

Well, gotta go and try to finish that story so I can get back to work on The Artists. I probably won't have a chapter out this week because of the story, but that's okay, too. Then, again, I might because I'm going home and will have some extra time available to write.