Wow that was some nasty weather yesterday! I had to change clothes 3 times. I un-tarped, then I tarped...then I un-tarped and tarped again. All in freezing rain and sleet. Each time I finished thoroughly soaked. Even my big water proof Columbia couldn't stand up to the freezing rain and it too was soaked all the way through. As soon as I got my last load I found the nearest truck stop. I DEFINITELY took a hot shower last night...I had to counter the ice that had settled on my bones. I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been hit by a Mack truck. That cold just took every ounce of my energy and zapped it. I even slept through my alarm this morning from pure exhaustion.
I am most definitely glad that today was much better. I got to untarp before that rain came in to Cleveland. And then when I went to pick up my next load I was fortunate enough to be at a place that the loading and strapping takes place inside! So indeed today was so much better than yesterday! Probably the worst thing I came across today was the traffic coming out of Cleveland. I often wonder...how does it get backed up like that when there isn't an accident? You get down the road and it finally opens up. But why was it slowed down like that to begin with?
Today is my baby boy's 17th birthday. Hard to believe my youngest is almost an adult! Where have the years gone? My babies aren't babies anymore. A few more days and I get to go see him! Yay! I can't help but to think back to when I met my late husband. Zack was 7 years old. It's hard to imagine that it's been 10 years already. So now I have a son who's a father x 3. A daughter who will be going to college next school year and a son who's just stepping a foot into adulthood.
So as I contemplate the passing years I'll leave you with this little tidbit -
"In a dream you are never eighty. " ~Anne Sexton
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