Well, what can I tell you...a whole lot of nothing, really.

I haven't flown in almost three weeks, besides a snippet here and there. Bloody weather...

No good news, no bad news. Just things looming off the horizon. Decisions to be made, worlds to discover, dreams to be realized.

Like Icarus I may dare to dream with much arrogance. Yet all is possible, on wings of steel I will fly.

If the sky would clear up, that is.

(Note to self: the Sun will not get it's Christmas present.)