I have all my mail caught up, so there's no excuse for not writing in my diary. Except that I find a book that I haven't read yet. Or a game on this infernal machine that I haven't played yet.
Besides, I have to get my thoughts together and find something worthwhile to write about, and that gives me a headache. Oh, yeah, I was going to write about my flying lessons, wasn't I? Lessee, I saw that log book around here someplace. Hmmm. Oh, here it is. OK, now I have to go through it an organize some kind of a logical commentary on my first cross-wind landing. I know I did it because it's signed off in the log book by my instructor. I didn't crash, because there are several more entries after that.
One day, I note, was given over to VOR instruction. Some of the notes I'm going to have to decipher as if they were physician's notes. Yeah, the writing isn't exactly clear.
Y'know, reading and expounding on the reasonings of the Talmudic scholars might be easier.
Well, time for dinner, anyway. So I'll work it out. Somehow.
Shalom