I'm about to go to bed. I'm not sure why, but I've been sitting in here in front of the computer, poking around on the Internet, and for no particular reason. Maybe I just dread going to bed. When I wake up I'll be getting back into that damned truck, and I'm just not in the mood for it. We didn't get in until around 2:00pm today. We'll leave back out in about 7 hours. Somehow that just doesn't seem like it's enough.

Mama has done a lot to lift our spirits. She made some dressing so that we could have a little bit of Thanksgiving. She summed it up pretty well (for me, at least) when she said that it just wasn't Thanksgiving without some of her dressing. She made us a sweet potato pie, too. God bless her. She tries so hard to make us happy.

There's nothing else to report. I think I'll go take a shower and hit the sack. I'll probably have to dope up tomorrow so that I can sleep through most of the day and be ready to go when it's my turn to drive. I struggled all this week. I've been trying to get sick, but have managed to avoid it (although I had a bad spell at the rest area in Dandridge, TN, and wore out quickly all week). Hopefully next week will be better. It has to be. Our plan was to put up our Christmas tree when we got home, but we came in so late that it was really out of the question. Mara went ahead and took down the lights and ornaments so that we'd feel like there was at least a smidgen of Christmas running around in here. I mostly sat in front of the computer and felt like shit.

Oh, well. This sucks.

Ok. An observation. A WebLog is not a great idea when someone is feeling down and is putting off going to bed. Hopefully I won't look back on this shit and be ashamed of how whiney I am. But having said that, I probably will.