Summer Hair Cut.

I thought that I could make it to Memorial Day, but not so much. Sitting on top of that 200-degree Cummins all day just means lots of sweat and not able to think straight. Last year, I was driving the Peterbilt, and I could just leave the right side door open (it's set up for right-side driving, but I'm not so good at driving while standing up). My big International is like driving around a 50,000-pound oven, especially since the cab ventilation dampers have been rendered inoperable. The stop and go means that I can never get any air circulation. Add the physical work, and it just sucks.

Gatorade G2 is way less harsh on my guts than the old-school stuff--and, they have 'grape drink' flavor. Whoot.

There's supposed to be a cold front on Wednesday.