Despite it not being a flyable day (i.e. very few getting up); flew despite my venoumous ex leanig over from the deck glaring at me (he works at the flight park); flew and landed well despite my ex parking himself prominently in the LZ. Thought I saw his truck as I flew past the flagpole checking out the wind direction, but too busy on my approach to dwell on it. Had a no-step landing within a hundred feet of the cone (not bad with only four landings under my belt in the last 15 months.) Realized after touching down that he and his buddy were both waiting down there, leaned against the pole. They drove off after I disappointed them. Felt good; felt right.
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