I’m backed into the dock, waiting for them to unload me. It’s 2 degrees with a wind chill advisory. Yes, I’m idling, gotta keep the heat working.

I took Peanut out to do his thing, and he looked at me like I was crazy. I’m sure I don’t want to know what his little brain was saying to me. He’s been around truck drivers for too long, and has picked up some foul language.

All I can think is “hurry up please so I can go home to my lovely lady”.