Sunday I went to "church" at the truck driver's chapel. There were 7 of us present. There were 3 present from the organization, so 10 of us total. All have a CDL. I walked in thinking they were playing a cappella, but when I turned the hearing aids up, I could hear the piano on the MP3. We were to sing along to 2 different, very traditional hymns, all recorded on MP3. The story one man told of his life was inspiring; however, the lesson itself was a little to dramatic for the number of people present. The soft spoken style of a Max Lucado would have worked wonders.
We are on day 22 of 21 and I do not know why. I called our Driver manager earlier, but he did not return my call. We are headed for TX, near Corpus Christi; however, the yard is in Dallas. I am hoping we deliver this load on the 19th, then we are directed to Laredo with a load to Dallas. That would be good. We have several signatures that need to go on the paper work that allows us to drive alone, so Monday-Friday works best. So tomorrow we arrive in Houston area where the other driver can spend time with his loved ones, before we deliver on Friday. I haven't seen loved ones since July 5. I need to get home.
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