bradford pear

The weather’s beautiful today for just about any activity except flying. The rent clouds scurry across the sky at a breakneck pace as clusters of new petals are swept about by the gusts closer to the ground. No stage check this morning. I should be slightly relieved, and I am, but honestly it’s more because of the certainty of knowing than not having the stage check. The wind wasn’t blowing quite as hard when I drove to the airport and there was still some question as to whether we’d fly, but…after preflighting the plane I checked with the lead instructor and we decided the ceiling wasn’t high enough for the kinds of maneuvers we’d be doing. So no stage check, one that I was very much looking forward to having under my belt. But at least I knew.

Didn’t sleep much last night. I took a nap yesterday afternoon, an activity facilitated by the very large lunch David and I shared (he made mashed potatoes; I made chicken fajitas). But I also went for a run last night, which in theory should cancel out the late-night alertness fostered by the nap, but… It still took me a good while to fall asleep, tossing and turning.

Goals for this week:

– Write & send prayer letters
– Balance checkbook
– Have David and Derek sign leases
– Start looking for front control arms for the Audi and talk with Jeff about using the compressed air and hydraulic press in the hangar
– Re-start Sophie’s World

Among other things.