willieI’m still alive. I did make it home for a week and am now back on the road. Six weeks is too long to be away from home. I start getting tired. Not sleepy tired, more like - sick and tired. Everything and everyone start pissing me off for no reason. It’s not like I didn’t have enough ‘downtime’. Had plenty of time to sit around, always had plenty of time to sleep. Just sick and tired is the best way I can explain it.

I was glad to be home for a week. I planned on doing taxes while I was home, but it’s not even April yet, so that got put off again. Working was the last thing I wanted to do. I did get the truck registration taken care of though. Wrote something for Life on the Road that generated a small fire storm of comments and worked on my new site.

Willie enjoyed the extra room in the house, the warm weather and the trips to the dog park. He gets so excited when he sees other dogs and starts carrying-on so much it’s embarrassing. It’s not mean, he just wants to play sooo bad, he can’t help it. As soon as we let him loose in the dog park, he’s just a blur.

Back to work, feeling refreshed and resolving not to stay out that long ever again. And it’s not like I made a bunch of money for staying out that long. I made money, but it wasn’t great and it sure wasn’t worth the time away from home. I wonder how I survived living out of the truck for so long.