Last night while lying in bed, I heard a strange sound outside. It was the high-pitched cry of some kind of animal. I said to Brian, what’s that noise?

“Coyotes,” he said. He had taken Kona out for her potty before bedtime and said she had been growling at the fence.

They sounded close, maybe in the playfield across the road. Awooooooooo, they howled. Definitely not domesticated dogs. It was cool to hear it in a way, but the sound also triggered something in my brain. I know coyotes are not wolves. But hey, wild dogs, close enough.

This morning I got up and drank coffee, vacuumed the living room again, and vacuumed the car. I love that Dyson verily. Emptied another bale of pet hair, dust, and pine needles into the trash.

Brian made blueberry pancakes. And now, to shower, dress, and head to the dog park. Sun’s coming out, another good fall day.

And later I need to write. It’s NaNoWriMo, and while I’m not trying to crank out quantity over quality, I am trying to take it as motivation to get more disciplined.