It's probably a good thing that I wasn't feeling the least bit cheerful today as the cold rain here in WI would have definitely ruined that mood. It's in the mid 30s, not quite cold enough for the rain to turn to ice or snow, but cold enough for it to feel completely miserable.
By the time I finished unstrapping the load and rolling up my straps my jacket was soaked through as well as my work gloves. The gloves had lost all insulating ability and my fingers were numb from the cold. I was pretty well soaked to the skin and freezing at that point. Ugh.
Once I was unloaded I went over to Oshkosh truck and picked up a fire truck that's going to TX. I then went over to AMP (Advanced Military packaging) and picked up the nitrogen tank, spare tire, and box of parts that goes along with it. I hauled them back here to the yard.
I've changed into some dry clothing and got myself warmed up again. The weather is gray, cold, and depressing as hell. Fits my mood perfectly.
My luck is holding. "R" is having trouble finding a load that will take me home. Somehow I am not surprised. He's working on finding something, and may have some luck tomorrow, but I'm not going to hold my breath. I'll likely be spending Christmas out here on the road somewhere. It won't be the first time. I told him I would like to be home for Christmas but have been in this business long enough to know that things sometimes just don't work out and I won't pitch a bitch if he can't pull it off. I know he's trying.
Nothing to do now but head down to the bar at the bottom of the hill, have a few beers and maybe a pizza. Beats sitting alone in the truck watching it rain.