Getting INTO Marco was a little problematic, but that was just because they were so stinking busy. We had to go-around on final because of all the traffic and try it again. Anyway, we finally got down, and we took a car to our usual Island Gypsy place, but they had an hour and 15 minute wait, and I only had an hour to eat. So we got back in the car, with the windows down in the Florida warm and sun, and drove to another place called Dolphin Fin, and had some good food there under some shelter by some bay water. Just enjoyed the sun and the heat and soaked it up a little, you know?
Got back to the FBO, paid the bill, set up a reservation for spending the night there next month (they require that from Nov-Apr if you’re going to take up ramp space overnight because they’re so busy), and we were ready to go when Andy and Sharla arrived.
I took the leg back from Florida with the pax on board. It took about 3.7 hours, so it was a long headwindy flight home. We dropped Andy and Sharla off, topped off the Conquest, then Morgan and I took it over to Toledo, to drop it off for a couple days of maintenance. Ethan picked us up there, took us back to Frankfort in the 340, and I drove home from there, arriving around 10:40 pm. Problem was, after midnight I couldn’t eat anything else, and I hadn’t been able to eat much because we were in the airplane over 8 hours. I hit a drive-through and got a cheeseburger and was slightly sad that would be my “last meal”. ;)
When I got home, Steve had started watching a Nicholas Cage movie, so I watched it with him assuming it would be over at midnight. Instead it was over at 1 am. I had to be up at 6:30 am for work today, so that was a little rough when the alarm went off. lol
It was pretty weather this morning, so I took Nick and Logan and ran down to Harrisburg, IN. I walk in, and the guy there says “It’s been awhile since you were here! You have a Purdue tie, right?” I hadn’t even been sure I’d been there before until I walked inside and recognized the inside. I had taken Coach Painter there, and he remembered that and me. I know I’ve said that a lot of times before, but it amazes me every single time that some line guy or desk agent would remember me from one flight a year ago. Amazing.
I wasn’t there long. We loaded up and landed back to Frankfort, arriving by noon. I had a little extra time, so I went through the car wash, which did a crappy job on my car. Went and topped off my car with gas, and then went to the hair dresser who gave me a trim, highlights and an eyebrow wax. From there I stopped at Kroger’s to pick up popsicles, white grape cranberry juice, chicken broth and jello. You know, things I can actually “eat” today.
Got home, and it was time to pop my pills, wait a couple hours, then dump my Miralax into a couple of bottles of Gatorade, and start chugging. And so it begins. I’ll be honest, though, I’ve had worse nights than this so far. In fact, for my TMI note of the day, there is apparently a genetic component of having issues with constipation, and I’ve had worst times trying to deal with that than this. I was expecting something more like food poisoning without the vomiting, but this isn’t that, either, fortunately. The hardest part was just drinking all of that stuff in a short period of time. And not eating all day. I like eating. And no, foods without chunks or chewing don’t count. ;)
So…I’m alive so far.
Look at this creepy dude. I mean…dude…
Florida contrail over water
A series of photos of Morgan landing while I took photos
And here I put the phone down and made sure the rest went well too. ;)
This was my car AFTER I went through the car wash.
I don’t even know what that is, but it was on my car after I went through and not before
This was not a good way to start this kind of evening. ;)
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