Today was Labor Day, when Americans celebrate the advances in working conditions fought for by the union movement by going shopping.
We went into the garden, and Vic hacked a load of shrubbery, and I cut the grass. I then cleaned up some cooling shrouds for the spare 503 engine (they'd arrived covered in burnt oil, which annoyed me) and moved some parts from one fan cooling tower (the one that will fit my engine) to the other (that won't fit my engine). It's a long story.
I ended up going to Lincoln and working on balancing the prop a little, then talking to Ron for a while about his new plane, then took my plane up to see how the prop was behaving. I had what felt like a partial seizure on my first take off, so I turned back, put the thing away and headed home. FML.