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The other day, driving home from a brief vacation, I decided I wanted to be a truck driver. Maybe it was the call of the open road. Maybe it was inhaling too many exhaust fumes. I fantasized about me, my girl, and a dog, cruising the highways in a big rig, racing for a horizon to which we can never catch up. I've always wanted to take one of those runaway truck ramps you often see on mountain roads. When I go for the commercial driver's license, do they teach you how to roll the truck like a kayak? Or how to cook a burger on the engine block? The open road calls. Now if only they made electric hybrid big rigs. And I'd probably have to haul for Whole Foods or some other organic grocery store to make sure I had regular stops for non-road-food. I wonder if I'd get bored. Maybe I could do it for a summer job. I wish adults could take summer jobs instead of their usual jobs, to break up the monotony.

In doggy news, I'm still coping with some allergy problems. After the initial panic and a visit to a doctor to put a plan in place, the problem seemed to calm down along with my nerves (typical of asthma). I get along rather well with only a hit or two off the alburterol bong a week, but all is not perfect. I still feel something is not quite right in the lungs. So, I'll give singulair a try and see if that clears up what's left. I have never spent this many consecutive days around a dog before and I'm surprised at how well I actually am. Maybe I will acclimate. Ideally, I want to be symptom free. At the very least, I need to make sure I won't suffer any long term damage. So, I'm not out of the woods yet, but it's not as bad as I had originally feared.