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It may have been a mistake to go for a 25-mile bike ride two days before reuniting with my husband after a long time apart (especially since the reunion will only be two days itself). My nethers are very sore now, but I had a lovely ride! Dave took me on the Springwater Corridor from OMSI out to Gresham, then back and up through Southeast to Hawthorne for ice cream. Then we drove back to Beaverton and played board games until bedtime.
Bedtime was a while ago, but I'm still awake, because someone down the street from here is throwing the loudest motherfucking party ever, and it doesn't even sound like a good party. It's just a bunch of drums and terrible music and what sounds like hundreds of children shrieking. I actually called the cops, because it's so loud I can't block it out no matter how I try. I felt like an asshole calling, but you know what, they're assholes for being this loud a) ever and b) especially on a work night, late into the evening. And I felt like much less of an asshole when the dispatcher told me they'd had lots of complaints already. She said an officer was already on the way, but that was 10 minutes ago and they're still really fucking loud, so I dunno. I am really grumpy about this. I'd be less grumpy if I didn't have to go to work tomorrow, but this is a five day work week for me since I'm taking the cruise next week. Sigh.