Birmingham, AL

The alarm went off at 5am and I actually got out of bed. I was even half-way awake. Upon awakening fully and realizing it was Saturday and I didn't feel like driving, I went back to bed. It was great.

I noticed yesterday that a light on my trailer was out, so I figured I'd be the good guy and get it fixed, rather than leave it for the next driver to deal with. I pulled up to the shop this morning and was told the mechanic wouldn't be in for 45 minutes (the company pays for this stuff, so I let them). Oh well, I tried. The ride into Georgia was trouble-free and I even found a T/A truck stop south of Atlanta that was able to replace the trailer light. Me: +1.

After getting back on I-75, I soon found myself at the tail end of what turned out to be a 15-mile long traffic jam. A full hour of my life, gone. Murphy: +1.

Upon arriving at the receiver, I dropped my trailer and was told I'd have to wait for them to unload a trailer because they didn't have an empty one for me to take. Murphy: +2.

I sent a message to the weekend dispatcher to keep him informed and his response was "BT" - bobtail. Sweet. I get to drive to Cherokee with no trailer. Me: +2.

After being rather impressed the other week with the ol' Flying J in Birmingham, I decided to give it a shot tonight since I had the hours to drive up here. To my delight, there was plenty of parking. Me: +3.

Tomorrow, I'm supposed to pick up a load in Cherokee that should be ready by midnight tonight. Hopefully Murphy won't catch up with me.