It was a quiet day on the recovery front. I'm waiting for my husband to be able to fly up to retrieve me. Our plane is getting a new engine, so he is anxious for the mechanics to put the finishing touches on, do the initial check ride, and then head off on a long break-in flight. The excitement of checking to see if the new engine increases the speed of the aircraft by a few knots is overwhelming. I much prefer the idea of two and a half hours home to five hours if I somehow get to Tulsa to fly commercially or twice that if I drove home.
Meanwhile I cook, putting up containers in the freezer for my father after I'm gone (beef stew and chicken & dumplings, anyone?). And, of course, I doodle in the new journal. The color from the scanned images is really off, so I've been adjusting them. I hope I don't get home and find they are all lurid after my "corrections."