My glider sits silently in its trailer up at the gliderport. That's not unusual for this time of year with a line of storms reaching back to the Phillipines advancing toward the West coast. But when there's a break in the clouds, I consider driving out to Tracy to take out the plane. The glider would hardly be worth opening up, but firing up the Cessna between holes in the clouds is tempting. Tempting, but probably stupid- a couple planes have gone down around the area in the past couple weeks, and I can't really imagine flying in the soup that's hung over us lately.
Tonight I made it into the garage and starting gluing trailing edge ribs on the elevator. Christmas has come and gone and it'll be almost a year since made a resolution, rolled that Volkswagen out of the workshop and started building. It's pitiful, really, what I've accomplished in one year. I'd hazard a guess that I'm not even half done with the tail.
But it's not nothing.
