|Lost in Space|
Our life on the road has come to a temporary stop. We are home in snowy Wyoming until January. Himself is recuperating from a planned surgery and it will take that long to get back to his Tumbleweed self. He is doing well, just had a few bones cut out and his legs realigned. (Easy for me to say!!)
Who knew driving a truck would make you bow-legged?
So now I face a dilemma. I don't know what to write about. I have no fresh stories of crazy people in laundry rooms or walking around New Orleans in the summer getting yelled at by the Green Lantern movie people.
I am assuming that yall stop by here to see a glimpse of what life on the road is like. Or maybe it's just my mom that reads this and she has to tell me it's interesting, she's a mother, it's a rule. So, I am trying to figure out the best way not to bore anyone to death with the day to day minutia of having cabin fever in a small town.
I have an idea of tying in stories from "The Book of Animal Ignorance, Everything You Think You Know is Wrong" to the trucking life, sorta like the prostituting penguin post.
So, if any of you have a request or ideas, let me know. I can only torture Himself for so long before he hits me with his crutches.