Tonight, I am fried.
I typically run out of energy by Friday afternoon.
But my energy dropped from my wing tanks earlier this evening.
With no refueling tanker in sight, I will need to bring myself in for a glider style landing.
Here’s hoping for a tree-less landing.
I won’t have much of a word count by the time I land, as they are jumping with, or without, parachutes.
Tomorrow is a different day.
I have a chat over pancakes planned for Friday night. Good friend. Good food.
Here’s knowing that I will be refreshed and ready to write tomorrow night.