Our friend Cal took Hank and Gary for a bumpy little flight around our neighborhood this morning. If you know me, you know how well I was prepared to handle Hank's first flight in a small plane. Although I flew countless, fun times with my dad when I was a kid, I have managed to cultivate a good, strong fear of any relative of mine being in tiny flying machines. It was way too early to take Hope out for cocktails so we went to the Y instead. I planned to drop weights on each of my feet to distract me from my anxiety but the class was full so I sat in the lounge and ate Cheetos for breakfast instead.