Blow

Man this has been a windy winter. I went up with Steve's pre-checkride IFR student today, and we had about 40 knot winds up at 3000'. A little tricky, but good practice for him.

I ended up taking the 340 over to St. Louis Downtown after lunch today, 2.7 hobbs total for there and back. Here's a shot of my groundspeed straight and level on the way home at 15,000'; it's not the Cheyenne, but not too shabby. :)
I have one light blue/purple knuckle on my middle finger. The 340 tug has kicked back on me the last couple times I went to start it, and today when it did that, something slammed into my knuckle. I couldn't feel my fingers for a few minutes there because they were cold too, making it feel extra good. Apparently Jon and I are the only ones that happens to, so I've gotta figure out what I'm doing wrong. That Hurt.

I don't have any Kaylee stories, she's doing fine, working on math at the moment, and diamante poetry. Steve's sick and staying home to recuperate, and I'm waiting to see how many days pass until I get it. And thus concludes another fascinating day in the life.