I went ona short plane ride today with Greg and Viera to get some homemade pie. We didn't actually get pie because the winds were strong enough for Greg to abort the landing on the pie end of the flight. I was feeling bad about myself for being nervous as the plane fish-tailed in 3 dimensions, but Greg assured me that the conditions were objectively "pretty bad" today.
I make it a point to avoid planes. Being in one usually means relinquishing control which I do quite poorly. But, I got myself into this little-box-with-a-prop because I have all the trust in the World in Greg's judgement.
So, thanks for the adventure, Greg, even though it was "sans pie".

Went to Alan's place for a great pool party/barbeque...not a bad day at all.