After many days of crummy weather, tonight finally broke beautiful. The air was calm, the clouds were non-existent, and the temperature was just comfortably warm. It was perfect flying weather.
Out to the airport I went, all set for a couple hours of flying therapy, the perfect mental health break to cap off a lousy week. But alas, it was not to be. One of my cowl plugs was out and the birds had gotten back into the engine and built another nest, this one even bigger than the last one and farther back, too. It was all up in the plug wires and the air intake way to the back of the engine compartment and the only way I'll be getting rid of all of that flammable straw and making the plane safe to fly again is to go back with tools and pull the whole cowl.
They're in the tail too, and I have no idea how I'll get them out of there since I can't very well take the elevators off.
So now I'm watching the sun set from my deck. It's pretty, but I should have been watching it from 5,000 feet above the Blue Ridge.
Oh well. At least I can have beer here.