You know how last time, I said I was in a super secret location that may or may not be your closet?
Well, I'm still holed up there, only now it's somewhere else.
Where am I going with all this secrecy? I have no idea. I just thought it sounded cool.
|Were the neighborhood planners|
being ironic or were they
Why is it that a week away from the internet feels like a year?
The Tumbleweeds have been doing a Grand Tour of Florida as our Swan Song out of trucking.
And by Grand Tour, I mean visiting family and eating too much. There were no actual swans involved, singing or otherwise, but there were some shady-looking sandhill cranes.
|Sandhill cranes lurking around suspiciously.|
|Very suspicious indeed.|
Y'all probably have super glamorous, busy, and fulfilling lives and didn't even know I was gone from the internets; but it seems like an eternity from my point of view. And, I have to interact with real people. In the real world.
In the real world, I can't just leave a witty comment and move on. I have to talk to these real people. And listen. I have to listen and respond as if I were listening.
Being a Professional Passenger for the last 5 years has not prepared me for this. In less than a month, I'm going to have to deal with all this so-called reality all the time.
But I'm having fun.
And just like I have no real idea of why I'm telling you I'm in hiding, I have no idea of what the future outside of trucking will look like.
And that's ok. I'll make my own reality.
Or reality will smash me in the face. It could go either way really.
In completely unrelated news, Himself was attacked by a vicious fish while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico but you'll have to wait for that story until I get settled back in the truck.
Until then I leave you with this product from the shelves of a Sarasota toy store:
|Yes, for $3.99 you too|
can have fresh breath just like