Gag.
I woke up this morning at 5:00 am and quickly went right back to sleep. The idea of driving all day long never entered my mind, sleep, recovery, that was it.

3 hours later I woke up - mind you I went to bed around 9:30 last night - and still feeling like hell, got up anyway and figured I'd drive as far as I could and if I had to, stop somewhere and go to sleep.  I went 4 hours before I got a text from my manager - what is your ETA and what trailer do you have? At the time I was looking for a place to stop. 

I wasn't wanting to hear what was coming next: I need you to load tomorrow morning.  I was perplexed. The schedule at the loading plant was blacked out for tomorrow and the next day - they were going to take the pump apart and inspect it. It's making a noise that they can't identify.

Neither happy nor unhappy. I just had 3 days off, I need the run. I just got sick, I need to rest.  It's one pitted against the other.  I drove almost 8 hours after that call from the manager, however, to get through Houston before eternal rush hour started and get that s*** over with. 

I got the run over with, didn't go home. Made no sense to get leave the yard at 8:00 pm, go to one house to get the dogs, go home, spend an hour awake and visiting, go to sleep, get up early, drop the dogs back off, drive 35 miles and get here on time for the next run. It's just cause' I'm sick that I don't want to do this.  It's far more work than my energy levels were wanting to deal with after 11 hours of driving that I didn't want to do to begin with.

I have nothing else, cause' I'm going to sleep.