It's 07:30 on Monday morning and we're just leaving Lake Station, Indiana. Mara's been really sick. From the looks of things we won't get home until around midnight. Needless to say, given the shape we're in, I doubt we'll be picking up tomorrow morning in north cove as usual. We've already decided that if Ray (our dispatcher) has a problem with this that we'll just clean out the truck. In short, both Mara and I are sick and need a day or two to get it back together. Both of us feel that the chips can fall where they may.