I cut the grass, and pretty much killed time until the MotoGP race from Laguna Seca. The race wasn't bad, but could have done with being a bit closer.
After the race, I went out into the garden to look at cutting back a shrubby thing that we want to replace, and ended up managing to take the whole thing out. It's on top of a pile of rocks, with roots feeding through them, which makes me think that it was never really supposed to be there. Well, too bad, it's not there any longer.
We were pottering around organising stuff when Larry called to see if we were going to the airfield - we were, and we pulled up not long after he did - he'd got the hangar open, bless him. He was there with his son Trevor and his son's new girlfriend, so Larry took her up, and I took Trevor, and we went and flew over the lake.
After getting home, Dave and I hit Ahn'Quiraj in Warcraft, and managed to kill the old god at the end of the raid, so it's done and done. Finally.