Back in Houston safe and sound.
I heard once that a good landing is one that you can walk away from and after a Great landing you can use the airplane again. My landing this morning in Houston was smoooph (That is really smooth.) That was nice because I was in a bit of a slump last week. I didn't make any terrible landings but there was no question of if we were on the ground or not. I think that I am back in the groove.
I don't like flying with pilots that are sick, it is almost impossible not to get infected when you share the cockpit for 4 days with someone who is ill. So I feel bad that I have been flying around with a cold myself, but I used all of my accumulated sick time for emergency dropping trips when Kari kept going into labor. So I guess sharing is caring until I build my sick bank back up.