In Chicago virtually everyone lives in a flight path. Ten miles from the airport and I could see the planes heading in for landing most nights, directly above my apartment. Here in my new place in Seattle, I am not in the flight path, but rather have a view of the flight path, and I have to say, Sea-Planes seem to be louder than jets, though I do know the things are closer to me as well. It was kind of cool initially, but with most kind of cool things, the novelty has worn off.
My weekend aside from that observation has been uneventful, though I have managed to get to the gym I joined Friday three times, which for me is a good record, and a percentage I will be surprised if I manage to maintain.
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