U.S. Xpress just called. Someone from Chattanooga wanted to know why I had been sitting for so long. So I told him. They were real nice about it, but I think USX had began to think that I had quit or something. I told him I could be ready to go in the morning around 10:00. Naturally they'll call around 02:00 wanting me to pick up an emergency load that someone forgot about. In one way I'm dreading leaving and in another I'm looking forward to it. We need the money. This has gone about as far as it can go. Mara is good. My jaw seems to be healing fine, and I'm confident that I can leave with no possible problems looming on the horizon. Mama fell today and hit her head on the storage building and banged herself up a bit, but she seems to be doing fine so I won't worry about leaving.

I suppose another chapter is about to open in our lives. We've been kind of putting it off, but it's time to be on our way. Who knows? This time it might be a good change.