Yep, walked right into the damn plane's wing.
Otherwise an uneventful day. Actually, not true. My head wasn't in the jump, and I got a couple of things wrong. But the right one is that after I get over the bruise to my ego -- I'm not perfect at it -- I will benefit from the renewed knowledge that this is not actually a hobby I have to develop. I do not have a need to get my license. Every couple of years I will jump, because apparently I can't really remember what freefall and terminal velocity fels like, but I don't need to make it a very regular thing.
Despite jumping from a different drop zone, my AFF instructors ended up being the same people I jumped with several years ago. I did not expect that.