Ah, graduation day at the U.S.Naval Academy.

(At least, I assume it's graduation day. That would explain the jets that have been flying over the house since o-dark-thirty this morning.)

I actually find it soothing. Growing up on the main flight path to an international airport will do that to you: I don't notice how much I miss the airplane noise, because when I'm at Mom's house or the school, it just gets filtered out. Until I'm somewhere else and I hear it and suddenly it feels like home.