End of the line...

It's Friday night at the end of a long and challenging week. I could hold my head up high, if I wasn't so tired.

It's gone well, but I can't shake the idea that I'm tired and broke and I should just lie here until Monday morning. Or maybe Sunday night. I could go to the pub.

Snow and rain are forecast, and I can almost reach a good book from here. I doubt the world's going to miss me for a day or two.