Mud Duck

Yesterday was one of those days where nothing goes the way it should, and you take everything the wrong way. On top of being in a funk, we went out to a trailer to do some skirting around it. The way to the trailer was a complete mud bath. So I took my little blue truck in there and felt some sliding, but I made it to the trailer alright. Then it turns out we didn't have the materials needed to do the skirting, so we left to go somewhere else. I was the last vehicle to leave. Going through the very last mud pit, my tires started spinning out, and I slid backwards. I tried to gun it, but it was too late. Everyone had already left, so I had to call Larry to come get me. So he came with his huge truck and chained up to mine to pull me out. He gave me my 'Indian name'-- Mud Duck. I had hoped I would get one, but maybe not quite in that way...

Last night I spent some time alone and was able to chill out. Today I'm going with the group out to Larry's house for another sweat. I'm glad it's today. I think it will be very relaxing after yesterday.

This is Ol' Blue stuck in the mud...