I really should write about flying

I should write something, if only for my own memory.

I spent Saturday morning watching a coworker's flight lesson. If both he and the wind had been having a good day, there was a chance he'd solo. I wrapped myself up in two coats and sat out on the bench to watch. Sadly, the wind picked up and got gustier, and the sky darkened, as the lesson progressed. No solo that day! I suppose it was a mercy that I was somewhat numb to the cold-and-wet by the time I needed to preflight the plane for my own lesson.

( Saturday my flying sucked )

( Sunday was much better )