I had had two short nights of sleep in a row, finally falling into bed late Friday night after this cool candlelight concert of 90s music performed by a string quartet.


So back to crashing into bed Friday night: Hubby asked if he should wake me for 8:30 Jiu-Jitsu class the next morning.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe my body needs sleep. If I don’t wake up in time, leave me be.”
Did I wake up in time?