Daddy's home!

Dear spouse returned home from the wilds of Milwaukee in the wee hours of this morning. For some reason, I woke up after a couple hours of not very sound sleep - some neighbors a block over were playing their favorite party mix very loudly, very late, out into their backyard...and it was a chilly night, but hey, in Seattle, if it isn't raining it's perfect for anything al fresco...and wandered downstairs to find him sitting at his computer. Then I had one of those spells where I lay awake for an unending hour or so before finally getting back to sleep, only to have the fuckwit neighbor to the east whacking away as loudly as he can on something in his backyard, before 8:30 on a Saturday morning. I thought since they were separating I'd be shut of his thoughtless noise-making, but it appears he will still be showing up to whack, along with his father. If they do it again tomorrow, I shall make my displeasure known to them.
We had a swell walk this afternoon, down to Fremont via Gasworks Park, where a group of people were playing the most astounding sort of croquet, with wickets all up and down the hills and dales, with the most demanding lays and hazards. In Fremont, we found a sunny spot to stop and watch the residual boat traffic after Opening Day, then on the way home, nabbed a bit of gelato to fuel the climb up the hill.
We had some nice calzones for dinner, and are now ready to drift off into the night.