"Dang, that sounds like a blimp!" says I.
I peer out my office window. No sign of it.
I go to the front door and peer out the front. There is it, the Goodyear blimp flying east.
I'm not sure why it's in Chicagoland. I'm not that aware of anything major going on that requires a blimp.
The blimps that visit Chicagoland are berthed at the DuPage County airport which is west of me. When they want to head into the city, they have to fly over my house. We used to have several come every summer from the Goodyear blimp, which looks awesome at night, to the MetLife blimp with Snoopy on the nose. There is this distinctive sound when a blimp flies over your house.
When Carole was young, we used to rouse her from sleep to watch the blimp go over the house at night. If the blimp comes back after dark, I'll try to take some photos.
Beverage: English Breakfast tea