Sun, Dec 21... Home or Bust!

Trapper managed to deliver our load of noodles, before sunrise, this morning. Of course I managed to sleep through the delivery and woke up... back at the truck stop! I’m really just not a morning person.

Trapper sent our hours in and we waited… and waited. The set up is quite simple… today is Sunday, a lot of places will be closed on Wed, Christmas Eve, so we only have two working days this week due to us being highlighted to be home on Christmas. Neither of us could fathom the thought of sitting all day, to most likely be sent home on Monday regardless.

Bearing all this in mind and the waiting wearing on both of us… Trapper makes the call to headquarters. He tactfully inquires as to “load status” and explains we are 250 miles from home… if there is not a load… send us on home… (please). Finally, about an hour later, the call came…. Go Home!

We’ve been out 7 weeks and we both were anxious to get home, although we don’t say a lot about going home when we’re out. After a while you just get a sense that it’s time for some “home” time. With no need for maps and such… we headed toward home… quickly!

Arriving at our home truck stop… the chore of moving out of the truck and back in to the house starts. It’s a well choreographed scene for us. We both have “our” part to do and although I did get a little confused on the correct process this time, we got unpacked and made it to the house.

It’s amazing how much stuff we have in the truck and how it all fits perfectly. We get it out of the truck and for some reason it takes up half the house. I try to keep the “truck” stuff and the “house” stuff separated while we’re home so it doesn’t take days to get packed and back in the truck. Sometimes it works... sometimes it doesn't.

It’s good to be here! Time to unpack! Does this happen to other drivers?

And someone please tell me how my camera date jumped 50 years??? Hey, I feel pretty good to have aged 50 years in one day... I've got to fix this! LOL