You can tell I’m not flying much.

This month’s credit card statement is barely breaking three figures. 

All in the timing

For whatever reason Bob always sends me my flight times in UTC or Zulu time. So I’ll get a text saying “plane booked at 14:30Z” Then I’ll have to do the quick mental math to figure that out in local time.

I have a suspicion that this started as some kind of joke between us, I don’t recall how exactly. Now, I think Bob does it to try and be funny and it is, albeit in a silly kind of way. Occasionally though my mind does stupid things like take 7 hours off instead of 5 (usually when trying to covert from 24h clock as well as UTC). Leading me to curse out loud “you want me to be there at what time?*

Occasionally it leads to potential misunderstandings, such as last week when we (in what turned out to be a futile gesture) postponed our flight in hopes of higher ceilings, where Bob felt the need to confirm that I understood 18:00 to be 18:00Z and not local.

Seeing as its dark outside by 18:00, I got the general idea!

* I usually tend to be Bob's first student of the day. I don't know if this is because I live locally and can make it early or if I'm the only student he has that is capable of dragging their ass out of bed at the weekend!

Shall we try again?

Same crappy weather this week (actually slightly worse, yesterday’s snow ended up at about 25 cm), same slightly dicey forecast for the weekend (one day out of the question, the other marginal, maybe)

So the plan is the same, right down to the time of the plane booking, 9:30 a.m. I’m hoping that the outcome will be slightly different though.

It has been a stupid amount of time since my last flight. 

It’s snow fun.

Title’s meant to be a sad word play thingy. 

Today is certainly no fun. I’m at work, having made it in relatively unscathed despite the steady snowfall (actually it wasn’t too bad, just enough on the ground so that your boots dig in rather than slipping), I’m now watching the snowfall get heavier and heavier.

The only thing worse than knowing you’ve got to trudge through fallen snow to get to work is knowing you’ve got to fight your way through even more to get home.

Still on the ground.

Low ceilings = p!ssed off WMAP. I’m probably going to be done with the blogging until I get airborne again. 

I have truly run out of things to post.

Have I mentioned how much I hate this winter?

All or nothing

10 cm of snow forecast for tomorrow, but better conditions on the horizon for Sunday. I’m bored of blogging about the weather. My next post will be on Sunday. It’ll either be a “Yay! Fantastic! I got some solo time in and it went so well” or a “I hate the weather" post

Let us see.

Nothing to see here.

It’s winter, judging by last night’s text from Bob, the chances of flying this weekend are low.

I’m cold, sick, tired and cranky. 

I’ve got nothing to post. 

I’m off to pick another fight with someone on the internet.