again with the packing

So I woke up in a shite mood. My fault. Today is travel day. Late this afternoon I will be driving down to Maryland, some 7-8 hours away. Tomorrow I'll meet my new employers. I am taking another tug and barge job. Everything's in flux. Projects half complete, wife half relieved that I'm going (I get irritable when money gets tight), and The Boy is still under treatment for a variety of maladies. In other words, it's a normal day for most all of you, but for a delicate flower like me, unused to domestic stress, I'm going bonkers. Perhaps a little sea time is exactly what I need.