But of course I had to cancel.
Been battling a cold all week, and as of bedtime last night, I was hopeful... still a little upper-sinus congestion, but feeling much better after a day of rest Saturday. But I woke up in the middle of the night hacking like I'd been gassed... still hopeful as I drifted off again because with me, the coughing usually means it's almost over.
But I feel run-down this morning. I'm sure I'd be OK in the air (and was expecting new pilot-friend Gus to tag along; he'd be a good safety pilot), but it'd be unpleasant, and I'd probably feel worse afterwards. Oh, well.
Maybe I'll go back to bed for awhile... hoping for more fine weather next Sunday: should have the cathedral of the sky mostly to myself while everybody else is stuck in church or doing the family Easter thing.
