He's pretty wiped, no time for snoozes between trucks.
Meanwhile the sun is shining, and between rush hours (shifts change at 6 am and pm) I get to do my things:
|Practice my violin|
|Fill the birdseeder (no birds yet)|
|Check in trucks|
|Read a book|
|Dust Bella (useless)|
This little guy runs across the road frequently. He has a buddy, too. First time I've seen a real roadrunner.
We hear reports that there is another well opening behind ours, and then it turns out to be construction. We like our oil company, and hope we can stay with them, but really hope that we don't have to move at the end of this job. We'll see when we find out more.
It's all good.