When I checked the sleep app Friday morning, I was really surprised to note that I had met my sleep goal and then some. How the heck did I do that?

I did it by confusing the Fitbit. I woke up a little later on Friday, to be sure, since traffic is usually lighter on a Friday morning and I have a 40 minute commute. But not that late.

I did rise at 5:30, but immediately walked over and plugged in the FB to charge it. I have another exercise going on that requires me to wear it all day and I could not afford to have the battery die on me mid-day, otherwise I’d be out ten dollars. (It’s a long story.)

I must have done that very swiftly and smoothly, since FB didn’t decide I’d awakened until I unplugged the charger right before I went to work.

So if I do the math, I really slept for 6 hours and 54 minutes.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016