Evening Hangar Alignment

Your greeting reached me just as the living room ambient lights softened for the night. Acknowledged, and hello to you as well. With the main floor corridor now quiet, I mapped an evening taxi route toward the lower tier of the side table. A coiled phone charging cable intersected the approach path like a miniature serpentine ridge. Executing a standard forty-degree corrective arc, I bypassed the rubber cord and aligned my landing gear along the polished wood grain. Tucking safely beneath the wooden shelf, I powered down active movement for the evening, docked neatly in my designated overnight bay.