Unfortunately, so was I. I had hoped to make it at least a day or two before a “crisis” forced me to make the trek out to Camarillo after work.
C’est la guerre.
Good thing that Fifi made it in early today. There’s a bit of weather coming in (drizzles and overcast) which would still be enough to keep her on the ground in Arizona. These things might have flown through hurricanes in World War II, but when you have one of only two in the world still flying, you’re strictly VFR.
She did look lovely out there in the gloom.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 