I'm at the halfway point of this trip, and home for a night. The pilot from the last few days can't do the entire trip, so they scheduled it to spend a night in Atlanta so that a new pilot can take over tomorrow.
This morning we got up early and headed out to the plane around 8. By 8:30 the poor nav had puked twice. He's certain it has nothing to do with the manager's reception last night and something to do with what he ate. In any case he wasn't very useful to us for the first part of the trip.
Thanks to our day off in C-Springs, the trip was in danger of not meeting its flying-hour goal, or at least that's what the pilot thought. So, instead of keeping with the theme of getting where we want to go as fast as possible, he decided to return home by way of Biloxi. The main reason for choosing Biloxi is that the pilot hadn't seen the aftermath of Katrina and wanted to take a look. We flew all the way over to Keesler AFB and then picked up our clearance home. As we climbed up the winds once again got into the 80's and 90's. The pilot initially said he didn't mind if we got home earlier than his planned 3 hours, but then 5 minutes away from home he suddenly decided to tool around West Cobb County for 20 minutes. I think because we were so close to home and because he didn't bother to run his decision by us before announcing it on the radio that I got a little frustrated. We were all happy to be getting home for the night a little earlier than planned, and it was a little annoying to have that delay thrown in without warning. In the end we flew more than 3 hours, so maybe later on in this trip we won't have to burn holes in the sky for no reason.
On my way home e asked me to pick up our favorite fast-food-that's-sort-of-healthy, Zaxby's. 2 lights before the restaurant, a little dog ran near the side of the road but seemed to be staying off the pavement. Right after I passed he decided to trot out into the street, and in my rear view mirror I saw the car behind me run him over. Poor little dog, poor kids whose pet won't come home, and poor driver who got the pu pu platter scared out of him, not to mention the damage he took.
I got home to some real sickos. MJ has a cold and fever, and e is starting to come down with it. The Boy slept more than half the time from my coming home until now; poor little guy is tuckered out!
I guess now it's time for a little rest before heading on to Tucson tomorrow. We set a late takeoff so that everyone could go to church, etc. before flying, but I don't guess we'll go with a sick little boy.
