As marginal as it sounds, as fuckuppery as it seems, as totally asswaddy it might be, I did it.
I signed up for the tractor-trailering course. Miss Carol’s not totally happy, but she’s not totally sad either, so we’re working it out.
It’s not like I’m gonna close up my little company but the trucking is something that’s been calling me, an insistently constant tug urging me on with it’s relentless siren song.
So.
Deep breath.
I go for my DOT drug test and DOT physical later this week and start the course August 8th. Two months of tractor-trailer training while keeping my company going and finishing The Little House of Horrors.
I’m stoked.
Why do I do this shit?
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