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.