This may be my last post for a while. My Flying J (truckstops) wi-fi account is supposed to expire today. Since our checking account is $300 in the hole, I don't think it'll be renewed any time soon. So I'm surfing out the remaining time on this account.

Mara got a job today. She'll be doing customer service work for one of the banks. Doesn't pay too badly, either. She's really excited. She had decided that if she didn't get a job before the end of next week she was going to get back on the truck. With the bank threatening forclosure on the house, that makes sense, although I know how much she would hate it. Doesn't matter now, though. She starts next Monday. I'm glad for her. I wouldn't want her out here if she was going to hate it. She'd just make both of our lives miserable.

Mark (Short, my cousin) called today. He wants to sell me his bass. This is the bass that has my old Alembic pickup on it (that I gave to Mark; the pickup, not the bass). He sort of has me over a barrel here. I thought I was making a magnanimous gesture by giving Mark, my enemy at times in our lives, that pickup. Then I later realized that he sort of had something over on me, because he knew how I felt about the pickup. Well, he'd already pawned the bass to me for $100 (though I never actually took possession of it). Now he wants to outright sell it to me for $250 ($350 minus the previous $100). I told him to give us about a month to get back on our feet and I'd buy it. We'll see how that works out.

Nothing else going on. I just picked up a load heading to New Jersey. Northern New Jersey, around Trenton, where I hate it. But what do you do? I need to sit down and determine how I'm going to run this load. It'd make the most sense to just take off and run out what I can. But I'm just not in a driving mood right now. I'm still kind of down. It's raining. I'm just not in the mood. So we'll see.