Sunday

Well, the neighbors kept up the party until about midnight, that seemed to be the magic hour. 

I was left lying in my bed, watching the last light wink out, and wondering.  Will they have another party next week?   My calendar says "yes".  So Ron and I need to plan to work late next Saturday and arrange our own ride home from work. 

I don't like the parties.  I think it is inconsiderate, especially when you know many of your neighbors have to go to work at 4-5 AM and often work weekends.  Ron finds it far more upsetting and enraging, he doesn't do well with noise pollution and loud intermittent banging noises. 

I can see why they have "child free" senior living communities, although I think you'd have just as much trouble, if not more, with imported grandchildren. 

It's quiet now and that's what matters. 

I got up, did my God Time, did my shower, did some housework.  I went to see Ron at 1 and stayed until 6:30.  While there, I read my book (one of my dystopian post apocalyptic novels), and finished it. 

Ron woke up and turned on "the game" - football, Atlanta vs. San Diego.  Ron was rooting for Atlanta, but they lost. 

6:30 came and so did my ride.  I came home.  It's now 8 and I need to go to bed. 

Sorry if I seem terse, I have a headache.