Yesterday seemed to be a muddle of a day. Nothing horrific, nothing outstanding. As for me, I wasn't much in the mood to do anything, which was bad because I had lots that needed done.

Pay cycle began, work on settlements, forklift hydraulic hose, fill in for Roy on the loader, work on billing.

In the middle of all this I had a visit from a former employee. This man had been a Jekyll and Hyde in past years. Feast or famine. He kept telling me he was an insomniac and would be a running dervish. His Dad just quit trucking and gave this man his truck. But, and there always is one, this man has a serious blemish on his driving record which makes insurance a problem.

This man told me how sorry he was about Fred and how Fred had been like a second Daddy to him and when he learned of Fred's passing, he cried like a baby. I couldn't help but think of all the chances Fred gave this man.

I caught myself wondering if this man might have gotten past some of the problems of the past. He told me he was working in the oil field and was not happy doing it but it was a job. He is newly married and relocated to Monahans.

Then any hope I had for him evaporated as he told me his new wife and his brother were in the car with him. His brother is the scourge of the earth.

I keep thinking of that old saying: You can't wrestle with a pig without getting dirty.

The brother reeks of abuses. Alcohol, drugs, you name it.

I think I'll pass for now. Thankfully, we are at capacity with drivers.

I think we will empty the seed house today. It was a slow process for a while but when it began to avalanche down, it has decreased rapidly. The GM had been asking me when we were going to empty it and I told him it would be empty before Christmas. He and a few patrons had made comments about it being full. Full, the seed house would hold between a hundred and a hundred twenty-five loads. As of last evening we were approaching sixty, with maybe four additional loads remaining.

When I saw the GM last evening he asked me when we were going to begin filling it up again.

Sometimes you can't win for losing.

I told him December 22.

Why is it you can't lose for winning?

The problem employee's brother came out yesterday and retrieved all the personal belongings from the trailer. Mark, the constable, handled all the arrangements and interactions. The former employee didn't come in person because he sobered up and realized his good fortune at not being jailed and he didn't want to risk that again.

That was probably a good thing, because Keith, a deputy told Mark if he saw the man, he would be going to jail. I think the biggest problem is no drivers license or ID, and the stolen license plates on his car.

Thankfully, we close that chapter and begin a new one.

Herberto requested permission to move into the vacant trailer and will begin moving today.

I have rambled enough. I think my brain has downloaded enough useless spam that I can move on to seed truck and driver settlements.

Have a day!

FATHER, bless-ed be YOUR name!