Where’re the trip envelopes? Where’re my socks?” Del squalls.
“Why do I have to keep track of everything?” I yell in
defense.
“Because I do everything else.”
“Oh yeah, what all do you do? I drive as many hours as you, I’m tired.”
And then the fight is on. 
Finally, I got a good night’s sleep, very refreshing, which
gave me enough energy to clean my truck home. I started in the left corner and
worked as I do when I’m home—left to right—top to bottom. The microwave almost
wore me out. I’d a couple of explosions, (fish, eggs, etc.) which I hadn’t had
time to clean up properly. The rest of the upper lever wasn’t too hard. I rearranged
some clothes and electrical wires and felt satisfied. After scrubbing the
floors, fridge and cabinets, I had enough energy left to make egg salad. You
guessed it, the eggs splattered all over the microwave and I had to clean it
again.
The wonderful part was that Del loved the egg salad and he
said the sleeper looked really nice. It’s so great to be appreciated. I
appreciate him as well, he does all the fueling, most of the paperwork and all
the backing.
A relationship on the truck is difficult. Two totally
different people are thrown together in a 10 x 10 area, day and night, night and
day, from daylight to dark and from dark to daylight. Del and I have a little
secret I’ll share with you. When he drives I stay in the in the sleeper area
and when I drive he stays in the sleeper area. When we’re both in the sleeper
together we are happy to see each other.
How do you keep your relationship fresh? 
National Poetry Month
Mr. and Mrs.
Says the mister to the misses,
I sure love you,
Give me a few more kisses.
Says the misses to the mister,
I sure love you,
Glad I'm not your sister.
