This is a good representation of what the upward view from our house looks like every 3-4 minutes right now. The Metropolitan Airports Commission is reconstructing one of the parallel runways at the airport which means that they're using the transverse runway (which they normally never do) all the time. The transverse runway points pretty much directly at our house.
So until October 30, (or whenever they actually finish this project) we get to add constant jet noise to the near constant Ethel Merman impression that Child #2 is cultivating.
This morning I dreamed that I woke up with cotton stuffed deep into my ears and had no idea how it had gotten there. Do you suppose that means something?
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