It's nice to see you getting around, as it were, Corey. :-)

The flight path to SeaTac (at one point, I apparently told Rob it was named for the SeaTac indians, totally bogus as it's a contraction of Seattle and Tacoma but said it so convincingly that I didn't even recall saying it to him...but we digress) depends upon the wind but often in the mornings as Liz and I drive to work, planes cross over downtown Seattle. The first day flights resumed operations after September 11th she and I watched, mesmerized, as an approaching jet flew above us, crystal clear in the bright blue sky. We didn't say anything until it had gone beyond the Columbia Tower, our tallest building. It was almost as though we were holding our breath, waiting...waiting...whew.

In many ways, I wish NPR wouldn't run stories about it any more in the morning. That way, when I hit the snooze button, I don't drift into nightmares over what snippet I heard before I fall back asleep and when I wake again. This morning, whatever it was, terrified me and when I woke later on and glanced at the clock, realized I'd actually been awake for about 15 minutes but whatever it was that played in my dreams had just been a continuation of their report as it went on and on and I floated hazily along with it.

Either that or I can switch from waking to the radio to waking to church bells. Rob and I got our new alarm clock with two settings. His goes off first and is a series of progressively louder church bells. Mine goes off at 6AM to NPR. Maybe bells would be better for a little while.

It's nice to see you getting around, as it were, Corey. :-)

The flight path to SeaTac (at one point, I apparently told Rob it was named for the SeaTac indians, totally bogus as it's a contraction of Seattle and Tacoma but said it so convincingly that I didn't even recall saying it to him...but we digress) depends upon the wind but often in the mornings as Liz and I drive to work, planes cross over downtown Seattle. The first day flights resumed operations after September 11th she and I watched, mesmerized, as an approaching jet flew above us, crystal clear in the bright blue sky. We didn't say anything until it had gone beyond the Columbia Tower, our tallest building. It was almost as though we were holding our breath, waiting...waiting...whew.

In many ways, I wish NPR wouldn't run stories about it any more in the morning. That way, when I hit the snooze button, I don't drift into nightmares over what snippet I heard before I fall back asleep and when I wake again. This morning, whatever it was, terrified me and when I woke later on and glanced at the clock, realized I'd actually been awake for about 15 minutes but whatever it was that played in my dreams had just been a continuation of their report as it went on and on and I floated hazily along with it.

Either that or I can switch from waking to the radio to waking to church bells. Rob and I got our new alarm clock with two settings. His goes off first and is a series of progressively louder church bells. Mine goes off at 6AM to NPR. Maybe bells would be better for a little while.