Cabin Fever

It snowed last night and this morning. It is snowing tonight with the added bonus of sleet and freezing rain. I did not have classes at university today as they were cancelled and I did not go to Tuesday night knitting. Hubby chose to work from home and then did have his class this evening.

I wish I could say we stayed all warm and cozy, enjoying each other’s company while the blizzard raged outside. I wish I could say that the smell of homemade chili and chicken vegetable soup made me think we were staying in a ski lodge. No. When Hubby works from home it is not all that relaxing.

I get that work must be done. What I don’t get is how all t.v. that I might enjoy watching is considered impossible and distracting, while three hours of Junkyard Wars reruns helps the working process. Any question must be asked at a convenient time. This despite the free flow of jabber while I am trying to watch something I like on my laptop with headphones on, so as not to disturb his work flow. At one point I seriously contemplated whether I would be asked to stop knitting and breathing as it was disturbing to the work process.

I might be more sympathetic were it not for all the reading of sci-fi novels, music, t.v. and other activities done while working. I might be more sympathetic if he had gone to the apartment office to pick up my Rockin’ Sock Club 2009 shipment. I might be more sympathetic if I could have gotten my chemistry studying finished before being driven insane by the constant questions and comments from the front room.

I also have two pairs of socks to finish before Friday so I can start knitting my Battlestar Galatica socks. Besides, I want to wear my Silky Dan socks for my birthday. It is hard to knit while studying with someone who keeps repeating rather loudly, “I can’t work like this!” when you turn the page of your textbook.

Now there is the better than average possibility that I will not be able to go in to work tomorrow due to the weather. Hubby has already decided that he is going to work from home. I am more than tempted to fake it. I will pack my stuff and find a coffee shop with internet access and take over a small corner to study, write and knit in peace so I can concentrate on what I am doing. There is a reason I didn’t get my first degree in something that required more than Rocks for Jocks or Biology for Poets.