For my first day off between jobs, I woke up at the crack of dawn, loaded up Annabelle, and headed to the hangar for a day of flying. When I opened the hangar door, sun shined on the happy Tri-Champ, but it was dropping a bit to the side. A flat tire. Not even a breath of air left, like it just gave up. Usually a flat is no problem: I just sweet up to Brian, and he swaps out the tube, making it look easy. But he's out of town right now, so I was on my own. It took me nearly an hour to track down tools (I've yet to decipher Brian's tool organization system), and air up the tire to see if it'd hold for a quick flight. Easy peasy. 

While waiting to see if the tire would hold air, I decided to winterize the hangar a bit. Nothing exciting, but stuff that needs done to open up floor space for annuals. As I went to hang a camp chair in the furnace room, a spider jumped onto my hand (yes, it's true, and the thing was horrifying - I think he looked directly at me). I jerked back, snagging my wedding ring on a cord. Needless to say, the result wasn't pretty. The diamond went flying, and the band with left with a strange twist to it (which is an impressive feat considering it's a tension band, which makes it very thick). An hour later, I found the diamond (whew)! Another hour later, it had been shipped to the jeweler to see if it can be repaired. 

And so I chose not to challenge fate and instead of flying, cleaned the Tri-Champ. Flying would've been more fun.  :)