7:30.  Rise and shine.  Got a little time before we have to leave so watching the latest episode of iZombie while we have signal!  Greg of course isn’t watching.  He doesn’t  like to watch zombies.  Apparently Predator monsters are ok but not zombies.  Haha 

It’s 11 degrees today but wind chill factor is 1.   All I kept hearing while crocheting a scarf and hat for Greg last summer was “I’ll never use that. You don’t have to make that for me” but I kept crocheting.   Now when getting out of the truck he makes sure he has his hat and scarf on.  It’s so much fun being right.   Hahahaha

9:30.  Arrived at shipper.  No doors available for us so we sit.   Seem to be doing quite a bit of that lately.  

10:30.  Still No door. 

DG:  Door. We have a door. Not long after that last statement. 

We are in a suburb of Chicago called Chicago Heights. Apparently the German glass manufacturer, Gerresheimer Glass, likes this place as a distribution center. They make specialty glass for the medical and pharmaceutical industry. From what I saw in the warehouse we will be hauling a whole big bunch of little glass bottles. It’s interesting as you never know what you are going to find in these little towns and villages. 

The warehouse here is an “L” shaped building shared by, from what I can see, at least three businesses. Going in for my bills after a fairly quick load I discover that there are only two business that share the building but man what a busy place. It was like a ballet of trucks going in and out and around all moving fluidly around each other, pulling out of the docks and backing into the docks. Yard dogs moving trailers around for other trucks to pick up and picking up trailers dropped by runners that just go from the warehouse to a railhead or a port.  When it was my turn I had to first back up out from between two trailers left there by runners since I had arrived because there was not enough room for me to pull forward and make the necessary turn, then swing around, and circle around and pull head first into the space I had just backed out of allowing me to back straight into the appointed dock. 

11:45 am.  On the road.  Heading to Fort Worth, Texas.  Yee Haw! 

10:00 pm parked in Lebanon, MO home of Tracker boats. 

Bed time. Good night and God bless. I’m beat.