I am *not* lying about the coyotes, though. That pink band is 14 minutes I spent awake starting at 2:27 this morning when what we finally decided was a pack of coyotes howling started in. They stopped after a few minutes (I don’t know how you convince a pack of coyotes to stop howling) and after we determined that they weren’t initiating Elmer into their wild fraternity we tried to go back to sleep.

I could have sworn that I was awake for hours, even though I remember a vivid dream where Dad, Interrupted and I were being chased by a woman with a gun so I know I was sleeping at least for a little while.

I’m so glad Fitbit explained it to me. I actually feel better knowing that I did get some sleep.

I give myself a B. I did get into bed at the right time, and I can’t control coyotes.

(Note: you might be wondering how we wound up with coyotes in our suburban enclave. Coyotes wander in off the desert frequently and run up and down the streets. I’ve never seen ’em have a party before.)

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016