We picked up at the customer in Chicago Heights. To our surprise, someone was there to load us. Now that we’re back on a regular run (albeit late as hell), I feel better. My earlier paranoia seems embarrassing now. It’s funny how getting back into a familiar groove can make one feel so much better. Now if we can just keep our jobs long enough to become efficient producers again, all will be right with the world. And if not, we can always go work for Epes or Cargo. Part of me would like that, actually.