I made it down to the Port of Miami this morning. Wow, their security is something else. There was a line of trucks a couple of miles long trying to get into the port. It took me two hours to get through the line, prsent my ID and paperwork to three different people, have a police officer run a background check on me, and then actually get into the port.
Once inside the port it took several more hours to get the load unloaded. This should have only taken about 20 minutes, but that's a busy seaport staffed by union Longshoreman for you. The only thing they get in a hurry about is break time.
I am now back at the same truckstop where I spent the night last night, about 130 miles North of Miami. Between the lack of sleep last night due to the accidental reshaping of my truck, and sweating my butt off down in Miami today, I'm pooped. It's another three hours drive home from here and I just don't feel like driving another three hours.
It's Friday afternoon, raining, and traffic is nuts. I'm going to lay low here and rest tonight and make the final three hours home in the morning when I feel more rested and alert. As much as I want to get home, I feel I'm just too damned tired to drive that three hours safely.