Night blogging deserves a quiet night.

Last night Matthew had to have some Theraflu (the whole family except for, stunningly, me, is down with the snotty noses and stuffy airways) before bed, and generously offered to share some hot water with me. I decided I would have some tea. Unfortunately, I went for the Mandarin Orange White Tea (which, BTW, is exceptional with chocolate chip cookies) which apparently has enough caffeine to keep me lying in bed for an hour staring at the ceiling fan, then out of bed imagining submarines (more on that later), then in the kitchen putting bread mix into the bread maker, then in the living room cleaning up the Alden toy explosion that happens on an hourly basis, then in the dining room doing sun salutations, then falling asleep on the floor sometime around 2:30am, where Matthew found me on his way to the bathroom. (Note that “living room”, “dining room” and “kitchen” are really all the same room in the barn. They ought to be called “zones”). I had to keep myself busy in those zones, because our barn is actually only three rooms: one 8’x8′ bedroom for Alden, one kitchen/living/dining/rec/den/library/room, and one studio/bedroom. Matthew is such a pantywaist sleeper that my computer screens cannot be on in the studio part of the room if he is going to be sleeping in the bedroom part of the room. And so I was unable to make good use of my time last night by night blogging.

I didn’t know that night blogging was actually a thing. I thought blogging sort of happened whenever, and that no one was really particular about designating a special time to blog. Especially at night, which seems a little weird to me, since I like to sleep at night (when not hopped up on White Tea). Well, I recently did a search for small, battery-operated, colored lights. I am thinking of illustrating an upcoming Idiots’Book by taking photos of little dioramas that are set up like stages. And I thought interesting lighting might help. My search brought me to a rave supplier site called House of Rave. Just looking at the site made my eyes bleed, so it’s probably good that this is the closest I’ve come to an actual rave.

I purchased some colored “finger lights” and a few mini spotlights. They recently arrived in the mail, which is when I noticed that I had not only been missing out on the insane light-flashing fun that is a rave, but also that I had been missing out on night blogging, which is, apparently, the fun way to have fun.

I especially like how Party Rats are your friends whether you’re at a rave with a bunch of your other friends or you’re pathetically at home alone at night blogging. They’re, like, real friends. That’s what I call unconditional love.

And since I woke up at 6:30 this morning when Matthew woke up, I decided I could at least try my hand at early morning blogging, if not night blogging.

The experience was amazingly awesome. Now I see why night blogging is so popular. I’m just sad that I only purchased enough Party Rats for one-handed night blogging. I’m afraid I’m going to have to invest in another set. And start sleeping during the day so I can get in my blogging at night.