Scott decided I’m too much of a risk to lend his truck too, so of course I lost the deal on the wood. I tried to pay for it and buy time to find another truck, but there were too many other people ready to take it, so no go. Boo.
I stopped to let the girls run around and swim, and they immediately went out and posed on this rock. They make me smile no matter what.
Then the restaurant had stupid issues and cancelled work, so I’m calling it a day and opening a bottle of wine.
I have tomorrow off, and was thinking of getting a delivery day in, but I really, really don’t want to. Theoretically, if I’m too risky to take the truck, I’m too risky to do deliveries.