I’m tired. My candle is pretty much gone.
Note to self: next time somebody asks you to do something extra, say no.
I’m off to Lynchburg VA tomorrow, via Charlotte. I’m worried about getting out of the house by 5 am. I’m worried about my connection. I’m worried about getting my wheelchair back in Charlotte. I’m worried about whether the lift they use to get you into a turboprop will be functional. If I wasn’t so tired, I wouldn’t be worrying so much.
I’m going to sleep on the plane.
Oh, and my shoulders hurt. I’m even letting people open doors for me.