Worst flight yet on Friday, but I don’t want to talk about it. The flight tomorrow can’t be any worse, which means it will be better. Just stay optimistic and they won’t give me the boot. However, something odd happened last Friday:
“Denver approach, Tiger one-three, six thousand five hundred climbing eight thousand five hundred, east departure.”
“Well she sounds really cute. [break] Tiger one three, we have you on radar.”
“Tiger one three…”
… Hey Denver approach, umm… hot mic.
Speaking of which, I pick up my man from the airport Tuesday evening… I haven’t seen him since September 24th. Tuesday night I should be able to spend about an hour and a half with him. Wednesday, about five hours. So, roughly six hours total for this visit…He is traveling 1,380 miles for six hours with me…
After a 6:30am flight. With my new instructor, my flights are the first of the day.
I’m very exhausted.
New shoes. Very Dior-inspired, but alas, they are just by Jessica Simpson.
I also picked up these.
I have a beautiful family. My sister, her fiance Eric, my dad & mom.
I find this photo fascinating in so many ways.