Not that there's a, er, snowball's chance in Arizona of us ever seeing the white
stff here, much less in October, but the fall flurry has definitely started. Or
maybe it's less flurries than the Dichroic Follies. And I thought last year was
bad. Last year, long-time readers may recall, I wasn't working. So here's my
schedule for the months of October and November, starting last
Monday:
One week training, offsite (closer to home,
thankfully).
Weekend at Aircraft Owners and Pilot's Association
annual conference, in Palm Springs.
Officially begin new job, Monday
morning. Dive right in to another week's training, this time at the office.
Team-building exercise all day Friday. (I can miss the trainin, apparently, since
the team a-building is the same team who does tis training.) Skip out a little
early to drive out to CA for:
Weekend in LA, back-to-back regattas at
Marina del Rey and Newport. I'll only race in Newport, but Rudder's in both, in a
club eight.
What would be the first normal week at the new job,
except the old department's "borrowing" me back for half of it.
Back
to CA for the San Diego regatta. I'm sitting this one out; it's rough water for a
single. Rudder's in the eight again.
I think after all that we get a
weekend or two at home before heading off to DC for Thanksgiving. Thank goodness
they seem to be wrapping up the sniper case so now I only have to worry about what
an obvious terrorist target I'll be on an airplane flying in to the nation's
capital on the busiest travel day of the year. Downright relaxing, in
contrast.