Like the pellets in the Traeger, I am low on fuel.
And like those pellets, I scoop together what’s left.
Anxious for the refuel.
And I keep checking to make sure I’m not out altogether.
Because according to the label on the inside of the hopper, if it runs out of pellets, TURN IT OFF.
I’m hoping there is enough,
just enough, left to get us both through to the moment when we can safely engage the “Shut Down Cycle.”
Until the next time.