Woke up this morning to acceptable flying weather. Crawled out of the tent. Slipped on the shoes. Unzipped the tent flap to air it out a bit. Proceeded to walk to the terminal to guilt my coworker in going up to work today....
The cloud layer was high enough to image. Just a few clouds at 2600 feet. Should have been just high enough over the plane to not bother the photos any. Once again my coworker had an issue with his tachometer, so he aborts his take-off. (He didn't attempt taking off, just noted a discrepancy and taxiied back to the hangar.)
The scattered layer turned out to grow confused. You see, as the day progresses and warms up... things are supposed to move higher up, not further down. Go Figure.
Second aircraft (Thats me) lands.
Flash forward. Hours spent on the computer using Google-SketchUp to render the Tiny House Dream that has been in haunting detail in my brain for months. I'm hungry. I have fancy oats. The terminal has a microwave.
Walk. Walk. Rain. Thoughts. Walk. Rain. Oh. Stop. Oh 'F'. Run.
It's all fun and games until someone gets flood damage. :/
The rain pushed through the no-see-um mesh and made a puddle in the wool blanket/wall-to-wall carpeting. Managed to soak a bit of the head of the sleeping bag as well. :/
I zip it up and seal the flap back up.
Rains.
I own a towel. I'll deal with it later.
So, yes. I am firmly a person whom shuts the barn door after the cows have already gone.
Happy New Years everybody!
P.s. Remember to shut the barn door!
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