I can fly a helicopter

I had a great flight today, and I figure I should make a note of it here to counterbalance all my bellyaching about fear and crisis.

Today, for the first time, I managed every segment of the flight, from pick up to set down, without needing help from my instructor. It was sloppy in places, but even if Grant hadn't been there, I still could have taken off, flown around, and come back in one piece.

Not surprisingly, I had another first: As soon as the lesson was over, I wanted to go again.