"I've never been able to sleep before midnight on New Year's, even if I wanted to. I always feel like I'm going to miss something important."

A blogger? That made sense with what she was seeing (not that she was expecting him to lie; simply, everything was matching up cleanly for her observations). "A murder?" she guessed. It was that or a political scandal involving a woman in particularly dalmatian-like finery. She didn't find murders riveting, particularly - not in the way people who read the papers might. Joan fostered an appreciation for puzzles and the unknown, now - in figuring out oddities.