... is knowing that your friends on the opposite side of the world are awake. I've enjoyed having some "real time" conversations with my writer mates in Aussie and the US.
Why am I up in the middle of the night?
Put it this way: someone said to me yesterday that if I got up in the middle of the night and checked that the window was open, thereby waking him up, I'd be sleeping on the sofa.
So what did he do? Got up in the middle of the night. Switched on the ensuite light (with the door open, to make sure he woke me because it shines right into my eyes). Followed by an inability to get into bed quietly and turn over without bouncing - you know, the kind of whale manouvre that only a 6ft man can do. Followed by snoring - loudly.
In the end, I gave in and came downstairs to do logic problems and sudoku on the computer, and reply to emails.
I foresee someone making his own packed lunch this morning :o)
(Am not grumpy at the moment, though I might be later. It's going to be a coffee-and-paracetamol day. Especially as I'd like to finish off my accounts.)