Write four lines of prose about: the long haul trucker.
It is frickin' cold out there. Thankfully I've had the fireplace going strong all day so I don't feel it right now. Of course, I'm going to need to grab a few more pieces of wood from out front before I go to bed...
Not so much looking forward to that.
Got a few errands done in town this afternoon. Should have done a few more. Involving purchasing enough food to last for the next three months.
Because I'm about ready to hibernate.
The road can be a lonely place. Voices on the CB try to keep me company but it's not the same. As much as I try to put on a brave show, try to pretend that it doesn't bother me... it does.
So that's why I have a tendency to pick up some rather oddball hitchhikers...