It started out to be a decent weekend. Friday morning, I flew my plane to my mechanic’s place for his annual. I love landing on the grass strip there. Dipping down after the trees is always quite fun:
My little mother was kind enough to come and pick me up and drive me back to the airport. She was greeted by Frank’s adorable, crotch-sniffin’ dogs:
I kinda gave her a wrong turn to get there, as I thought she was coming a different way. I felt so bad about it. I made it up to her with Timmies, so all was good in the world again.
I bid little Vyc adieu and we headed out:
She took me back there the next morning to pick up Vyctor. He survived his inspection and is nice and healthy. Jan watched me take off, then headed back home:
Once I took off, I noticed my microphone wasn’t working, so I was fiddling around with the cords and circuit breakers. It was a quick fix, but then I lost sight of Jan. I said that I would fly over her to make sure she got back ok. Not that there was anything I could do if I noticed her taking a wrong turn. I thought I spotted her, but now looking closer at the pic, I’m not sure if I was over the right car:
I watched said vehicle disappear under the canal:
I knew she was a little nervous about the round-about, but she said she had no issues:
I kinda expected to see her driving around and around and around, not knowing where to go, but she did fine.
Soon after I arrived home, I really started to feel punk. I felt a little poopy when I first woke up, but it really hit me by early afternoon. I ended up staying in bed for the rest of the day with a bad headache. I didn’t sleep at all Saturday night – not a single minute. Ugh! When I finally decided to crawl out of bed Sunday morning, my headache was almost migraine strength and I started being sick to my stomach. Another day in bed – what a crappy waste of a weekend! At least I had the kittahs to keep me company. I’m finally starting to feel better today, especially after sleeping quite well last night.
Speaking of night, I was peering out my window a few nights ago and watched something I’ve wanted to see for a few months now. They are rebuilding our parking garage and have stop lights on timers set up. There is no way to pass another car between the ramps. I knew there would be impatient people that would blow through the red light. It finally happened, and of course, someone was coming up from downstairs on the green. Dumb-dumb head that went down on the red had to back up across the lower driveway and up the ramp:
Bwahaha! I bet he/she felt like a complete dork.
I think it was the next morning that my mother graced me with an image from the show she was watching – The Bear-Naked Chef. Gee, thanks mom:
Mike got a cute picture of the two of us the other weekend. I was helping her set up something on her computer:
It’s amazing how something so cute and tiny as her can be so weird.
Finally, I’ll share this last adorable picture with you. I saw this near my office last week. I was cracking up and the owner in the car said she always sits like that when they’re parked:
Today’s symptoms: Still feel lousy from the flu, but not as bad as the last few days. The worst part is the sinus headache. I know the more than six hours of sleep last night helped a lot with things. I’m sure tomorrow will be much better.