It’s been a cold, dreary, drizzly day. It’s been a long time since I remember a day feeling like this one. The last one I remember was just after final exams in December of ’98, in Dallas.

I flew on Saturday, to Duncan. I had a rough time navigating, but I managed to stay on course on the way there and back. I got a compliment on my landing back in Norman.

And now it’s Wednesday, and it’s been cloudy and raining ever since Sunday morning. Looks to be better tomorrow, but of course I can’t find anyone to schedule me for a plane. My instructor is supposedly handing me off to someone else because he’s switching over to teaching instruments. But I’ve heard from neither him nor anyone else. I went by the school today, but no one there knew anything. The phone number I had for my instructor doesn’t seem to be working, I might have copied it into the new phone wrong.

Joanna was acting like a kid at Christmas yesterday. I’m not quite sure how anyone can get so excited over an election. I told her at 10:30 that all that mattered was Ohio, and it looked like Kerry had quite lost. She didn’t give up for another half hour. She called everyone, even my mother, who had fallen asleep at the television. She eventually came to bed, but told me excitedly in the morning, that I was, in fact, right. Mom didn’t believe me either. Oh well.

I passed a pickup truck today with nothing but “911” written in shoe polish on the rear window. I wanted to stop and ask, “What does that mean?”

I just hope that I have some civil rights left by the time it’s over with.