The Blue Angels (the military's sky flying tricksters) are gracing Gotham today.
I live just near the East River and they're putting on a show this morning -- I believe because it's Fleet Week. Or at least there are an awful lot of sailors showing their colors on the city streets in the last few days.
I love that the city gets the honor of seeing the show from our own livingroom windows: but I am embarrassed to say that everytime the jets zoom by, and I hear the thunder scream as they approach, my body starts reacting like it did nearly five years ago on 9/11. I lived ten blocks that morning from the towers and watched it unfold from my roof top. I don't want to waste too much space chatting about it again, but I guess my body isn't exactly over it, per se.
Not exactly the most positive thing for a lovely blue, puffy white Spring morning, but I just to get it out there.
(And yes, I've cut off my caffeine IV this morning!)