not to mention those deadly ball point pens.
I'm hauling an oversized load, a fire truck, down to the port in Houston (yuk). Illinois has a stupid curfew on oversized loads. We can't move between noon on Saturday and sunrise Monday. Most states allow you to run all day on Saturday, but have a Sunday curfew. Stupid Illinois has to cost us an extra half a frigging day.
So I ran about as far as I could before pulling into the truck stop. The next one down the road would have put me past noon. A lot of times I play dumb and just keep running Saturday afternoon like I own the place, but today there are a zillion cops out on the highways and they seem to be primarily focused on the big rigs. The way my luck has been running lately I decided to not push it and just behave myself for a change. The last thing I need is an expensive illegal movement ticket.
So I pulled in here, filled up my fuel tanks so they'll be nice and topped off for Monday morning (and also earning myself a free shower). I'm going to use the day and a half of down time to do some housekeeping in my little apartment on wheels as well as just chilling out, knitting, and catching up on my rest.
Had I opted to run down to the state line last night instead of going to the bar I probably could have made it through IL before noon and been able to keep running until dark, but then I would have missed out on a pretty fun evening. One must have priorities in life ya know and I am not one who is known for taking life very seriously anyway. Besides, I can use a bit of rest and this is one of the nicer truck stops along my route so hanging out here won't be too terrible.
I wonder if that big hotel across the road has a bar?