Sensitive

I'm getting sensitive about sad things relating to babies. Gavin went to see 300 for the SECOND time tonight. I wasn't much interested, so I came home. Since we currently have no sofa in the living room (we think the sofa is mouse-infested, so we moved it to the garage), I decided to come upstairs and watch a movie on the old TV. I chose Fever Pitch, which I have never seen before. There's a scene where they think that Drew Barrymore's character is pregnant, and then find out she isn't. I almost cried. Then I told the baby to take care of itself and get here safely.

Considering how much I'm enjoying flying, you'd think I'd be doing better about studying. I'm not, though. I really need to make sure that I know the pre-solo questions well enough that if Jeff decides to give me the test this weekend, I can pass. That shouldn't be too hard, but it does require some review. Better go do that now.