Rolling as it were, day by day, towards who knows where, but always at UPS, either on the road or in the tower, managing the flow control.
A whole world unto itself, there. Egos, know-it-alls, tempers abound. Everyday a relentless quest to get it down. Down on time. Wrapped. By driver start time.
The book: Who Knows? Seems like a whole lot of people just don't care. The ones that do, grab on and go for the ride. Those are the ones to do it for.
So much more, I want to do. Yet, each is like I look at my life as this dwindling supply of days, in which I can express this idea, do this thing.
I have a blog and hardly update. Why. Nobody reads it. Oh, some do. I see, an occasional visitor evidenced by a strange I.P. and a longer 0.00 stay.
So anyway, thanks for coming. Have your say.
