Four hours getting unloaded this morning meant I wasn't going to make it to Orlando before the 3pm cut-off to get loaded. I got there around 4:30 and they loaded me anyway. Thanks.
This morning, I had already explained to my dispatcher that a noon delivery tomorrow in Alabama was not possible, so I was told I could take the load home for the weekend. Works for me. After getting loaded, I had to figure out how to get back to I-75 without paying any tolls. The most direct route is not always the fastest. Orlando has 468,238 traffic lights and the highway I was on contained 468,235 of them. Realizing I was approaching the end of my 14-hr clock, and sick of redlights, I gave up and got on the turnpike. I managed to escape relatively unscathed, robbed of only ten dollars.
Should be home tomorrow evening, barring any unforeseen change in plans. I've learned when it comes to trucking, it's usually not wise to commit to anything 100%, as nothing is certain and things can change any time. Not always, but sometimes. Occasionally, but not a lot. I think I'll get ready for bed, or maybe not. See how that works? It takes practice to become that noncommittal. Okay, enough rambling about nonsense. Time for bed.
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