One of the benefits of last night’s insomnia:
When you’re not sure if your book review of Chris Bohjalian’s The Light in the Ruins is being published in the next day’s edition of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, you can reach for your phone at 2:30 a.m. and see if your byline is on your driveway.
(We still like to get the actual newspaper. And read it while holding it. That makes The Husband and me fossils at 44, I know.)
And then you can spend some time while the house is blissfully still asleep, curled up under the covers reading Colum McCann’s Songdogs which was due back to the library on Thursday but which you can’t part with just yet. Not while McCann is breaking your heart.
And then you doze off, for a little while anyway, while the Internet awaits and The Husband (bless him) makes the kids pancakes and dippy eggs. (What? You call them sunny side up? Dippy eggs, baby. You may hate the damn things, like me, but that’s their proper cringeworthy name.)
Still under the covers, you sneak a few minutes online, smiling at the likes on your review and clicking like and 🙂 at the comments back.
And then you decide to randomly check your kids’ email accounts, because that’s what vigilant parents do when they are supposedly sleeping, and you see some questionable things and you conference The Husband in the bedroom to strategize and give him a crash course in Pinterest.
And then – this is all before 11 a.m., mind you, and you’ve had very little sleep – you remind the cherubs of The Internet Rules and you make New Internet Rules On the Fly About Bad Words and Hating Justin Bieber and explain that while it is okay to dislike Justin Bieber (you can’t really argue with that much) it’s not always okay to be so vehement about this publicly because nothing is private on the Interwebs and that could cost you a much-needed scholarship someday and all your friends who are posting pictures on Facebook of their kids going off to college this week are making you sober with the thought that you have only 6 more years left of mandatory schooling before that.
And then, only then, you finally make your way to your laptop and open up your blog to write a post about The Light in the Ruins book review being published and how grateful you are to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette for the opportunity, as always.
And you notice that your blog statistics for yesterday’s post about Kristin are off-the-charts crazytimes with numbers you have never, ever seen.
And you are stunned.
And you are stunned again when you realize that Chris Bohjalian has mentioned you (YOU!) to his 5,534 followers on Twitter.
And his Facebook page.
Chris Bohjalian. You. Chris Bohjalian.