Yuk.

I got the grunge.

Thanks to Pepa driving to meet me in Big Spring, I now have antibiotics.

I get cold, I get hot. My head aches. My nose has run so much that my face is polished like worn asphalt.

I don't like feeling poorly.

I tried for two or three days to use the thinking from my book I am reading to get better. It just wasn't working fast enough.

I am kind of struggling with my book right now. I have been in the chapter dealing with "The Secret and Health".

Now I will go on record and say that I think attitude has sooo much to do with disease and whether or not it is defeated or flourishes. However, I think it might be a reach to think about perfect eyesight and then throwing your glasses away. Maybe they just haven't converted me yet.

The worst part about feeling sub par has been there have been a butt load of small projects that need to be done. I just don't feel like doing them. Yesterday I had a trailer with a light problem. This trailer had blown a tire out Friday and the rubber tread had knocked the lights out of the left rear of the trailer. I went into town to get some new pigtails and plugs so I could rewire the entire left rear corner of the trailer. While I was there I got a call from Truck #15 telling me he had the bearings out in an idler. Ricky is not too mechanical so I called Cowboy and asked him to look at it. In about thirty minutes, Cowboy called me back with the bearing numbers I needed.

About this time Pepa called and he was in Big Spring, so we began making the trek around town, trying to find the bearings. Finally, when I felt we had exhausted all the possibilities, I called Frank the plant Super and asked him to check with his bearing man in Lubbock. Frank called me back and told me they had two. I asked him to have them delivered to the oil mill and three hours later they were on site.

About eight last night I finished with truck #15, and I had already re-wired the trailer but couldn't check it out without a truck. At eight-thirty last night I called Carlos and told him to swap over to bales.

I figured we would be behind this morning, and we were. Truck #15 didn't return and Carlos has not swapped even by this time of the morning. Worst thing was the trailer I rewired was still sitting there.

I watched a truck back under the problem trailer and I waited for him plug his light in so I could see what they were doing.

Part of them came on briefly and then clicked off. Another burned fuse. I don't know, and I am not in the mood to mess with it this morning. I am trying to figure out in my mind how the light wiring and the ABS braking system co-exist.

If it persists I may just cut my losses and take it to the shop.

If the trailer is still not fixed when I get to feeling better, I will fix it!

I am through with truck and driver settlements. Krl has written all the checks. I still have to finish the bill for the gin.

I had a driver yesterday ask me if he could change motels in Andrews. He is on a truck with no bunk and in order to adhere to DOT guidelines pertaining to driver logs, we put these guys up in a room. This driver told me "Boss it is only thirteen dollars higher".

"Thirteen dollars a week or thirteen dollars a day?", I asked.

"Per day", he replied, "and they have laundry facilities!"

"Only thirteen dollars per day, your money or my money?", I asked.

The driver didn't know what to say.

I told him I didn't care, but he needed to be advised that we are within a week of changing destinations for the bales. Again.

Friday morning I talked with the compress manager and he told me we lacked eight thousand bales filling our portion of the Lovington warehouse facility.

Plan is we will return to Sweetwater. Yes!

Well, I think I am going to get me a lemon to suck on and hopefully cut all this industrial strength snot. Then I am going to finish my bill and try to sit back and rest while watching NASCAR.

FATHER, heal me!