The RC Pilot's Lament

Low winds, comfortable temps, and this white crap all over the place. Sitting here, eating my Captain Crunch with one of my cats (who, incidentally, just stunk up the Bat Cave litter box with a funky turd), after snow blowing this heavy white crap off the driveway wondering why Nature chose to tease me with acceptable flying conditions covered in show stopping white crap.

(Man, Zaphy... If I am going to stay down here I have to do something about your stinker...).