I didn’t fly last week after Monday. We went to Chicago. (There are more tales from Chicago, but I think Joanna should tell about them, because people will think I’m making fun of her if I point out the silly ways in which she tried to keep us from coming home.) We came back from Chicago.

On Monday, I couldn’t get Mike on the phone. I drove to the flight school, but there weren’t very many people there. I thought maybe the school was closed. On Tuesday, Mike asked if I’d heard from Will about my recheck. I hadn’t. He went and talked to Will and decided that we should review landings again since it had been over a week since I’d flown. We did.

On Wednesday, there was a message on my phone from C. C. is another check airman. He wanted to schedule me for the afternoon. Unfortunately, he didn’t return my call until about 4pm, at which point, “it was too late.” He wanted to fly at 6:30am on Thursday. I told him I’d rather fly in the afternoon. “There aren’t any planes.” I figure if I’m paying them $26,000 I should be able to fly when it’s convenient for me. But in the interest of getting this done as soon as possible, since he seemed unwilling to schedule me for the afternoon, I reluctantly agreed.

I would write about it, but it wasn’t very interesting, and I barely remember it since I think I slept through most of it. He had me do a few landings, then signed my logbook.

I called Mike and asked him if he could schedule me for one of the 7 remaining lessons later in the day. No, it has to be tomorrow, there aren’t any planes until after 4pm, and he’s going to be working dispatch.

So I’m scheduled at 10am tomorrow morning.